A envelope flew into Evan's direction, its stay flying as the seal open itself by magic and a letter slip out of it.
Greetings, Evan. I hope your day as freely as ever, like wind carries without anything to stop them. say, I heard you run out ink to write? don't you worry! I have deliver as much as ink I can. hope you won't ever need to buy ink again!
-JN.
After Evan read the letter, a portal appears before him, before he could process what just happened.. a wave off ink come out of the portal and almost drown Evan. oh dear.
Evan was looking around in the library to find what could help him with his essay, he always transfigures into human form whenever he enters the library or classroom to avoid knocking things over since his wings are gigantic.
Finding books in the school’s library is a challenge, it’s like a parkour field made of rows and rows of books. Like Headmaster Leymar have said: “to chase after knowledge you need to work out” or something.
As Evan finally got what he needed, a letter suddenly appears, unravel itself before him and then-
“SHIT”
Evan tried to transfigures into his original form and flee but only managed to close his eyes and hug the book he got close to his chest before the black tide engulfs him, the surrounding students didn’t escape in time either. As the last drop of ink got out of the portal, the students laments their tainted uniform and the trouble they’ll get into after this.
Evan finally opened his eyes and look down at the book he’s still holding and open it, the context is no longer readable thanks to the ink seeping awfully fast through the pages, fucking low quality ink…
He snapped out of his rage the moment it began by a raven landing on the ground in front of him
“Master! Are you alright?”
“What kind of maniac would do this in the library out of all places?! Are they trying to frame this on you?”
Evan speaks through the telepath connection
I’m alright Hermes, that dumb fuck just wanted to give me some ink…
Throwing away the book in frustration, he slowly get up on his talons, his wings soaked in ink, weighing him down.
They don’t even know what kind of ink i use
Most of the time he uses dark pink ink that never seep through writing paper even if it’s the thinnest out there, uses his own mana in spell casting, and in some occasions, he uses blood.
Let’s go get some real ink, Hermes
But first thing first: shower
“And i’ll report what happened to the headmaster…”
