Dresden Academy

Ryder's smile disappeared as clay was smeared across the front of his uniform. He responded by shoving the other boy back, though not too roughly - he had kind of deserved the smearing. "And miss that? Nah," he was smiling again. "I thought you liked, what's the word?" Ryder considered it, and after a pause, spoke way too loudly, "Discord!"

"Yeah," Ryder nodded, "you are. Might have to leave this riveting class and de-shit. In fact, we all might have to leave - this room is clearly fucked up. I think it's the purple wall. Or those east facing tables. What d'you think?"