Azurian sighed, getting bored. He held out his left hand in front of him. Slowly it dissolved into a unknit mass of dark mist, which appeared to have some sort of white, glowing stone where his palm had been. Plucking this stone out, his hand reformed, now composed of sharply angled, dark crystal. Still holding the glowing gem in his right hand, he slowly rubbed it with his thumb, being calmed with its quiet aura.

Nicote glanced at it. "Cool. Wish I could do the same, but last time I tried I managed to burn myself."

Azurian nodded. Looking up, he asked, 'Is the teacher coming?' Placing the stone on his left palm, it sunk in, and his hand returned to normal. He stood up and stretched, his wings spreading wide. 'If the teacher's not going to be here for another couple minutes, I think I'll practice.' he said, opening the door leading outdoors. Elegantly flipping his scythe from its position on his back, he slowly moved it in complicated-looking cuts, gaining speed every couple seconds. After a minute, he looked like he was surrounded with black bolts of stray energy.

Nicote started moving some of the debri from the floor. "Newt definitely broke a record this time-less then 24 hours and already he's destroyed half a classroom."

" I hope he doesn't, Since history is something I know all about. "

Nicote just nodded and kept picking up debries. He held up a silver pin. "Geez, Newt's got a hole in his pocket too!" He stufed into his pouch and picked up an extremely well-used pencl. "Anyone own this?"

Amun shakes his head.

Nicote shrugged and dropped it on the teacher's desk, then went back to moving debries away.

" what are you even going to do with all that debris? "

Azurian came back into the classroom, putting his scythe back in its sheath. He looked around, only now realising how destroyed the room was. Seeing Nicote cleaning it up, he leaned down to help. Grabbing a trash can, it levitated alongside him as he tossed assorted trash into it.