by Phillip Brandon on November 27th, 2010, 1:17 am
Timestamp: 77th, Fall 510 AV
Phillip had never been in this part of the university before, generally being limited to within the confines of the library, where the ancient tomes spoke of the most obscure arts. He remembered when he’d first seen this building on one of his trips with his dad to the Old Quarter to find a rare book that had recently come on sale on the market and might be worth purchasing to go into the university library. Phillip fondly remembered those memories though there were too few in his opinion, time with his dad was precious but uncommon with him often working for the university in the library. At least when Phillip spent time helping his dad copy manuscripts and books out he got to spend some time with him although it was mainly talking about work and not about the wider things in life. His dad had always whole-heartedly backed Phillips idea to study at the university and for that Phillip was eternally grateful, after all, it was better to have a father who supported you even if he wasn’t always there than to have a father who tried to mould you into a younger version of himself.
Snapping out of his delusions Phillip walked up to the front desk, trying hard to hide his limp and look as smart as possible on such an important occasion. Think of the knowledge that could be unlocked with just a few words from the registrar at the desk or locked forever behind the forbidding doors of rejection. Hoping that his first impression was pleasing enough to warrant a place in the university, he quickly scanned the sign on the desk of the registrar to make sure he knew the man’s name. Phillip wished that having a father working in the university and having grown up there all his life would stand him in good stead.
“Hello, Mr. Sanderson, I’m Phillip Brandon. You might know my father John Brandon, he works in the university library and I sometimes help him copy out old books.” As he said this Phillip realized how dull he must sound so he quickly decided to change tact and get to the point. “I would like to enrol in the university if I may. I have read up a lot about world magic and would like to enrol in a course for it, preferably alchemy since I’ve been fascinated by it since I first read about it, though I’ve never had a lab to actually try it in. Along with magic I wouldn’t mind enrolling in mathematics as well and any other paramagic classes you could recommend. I spoke to Professor Stonemiller about securing a place here a few days ago and he graciously passed me on to you. I’m guessing I will need to report to him for the magical side of my studies but I’m not sure who to go to for the mathematics classes.” As Phillip finished speaking, he looked at the registrar, hoping he’d grant his request and set his foot firmly on the right path in seeking knowledge. With a silent prayer to Eyris, expectantly waiting a reply.