•Caleb Thorne•

𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝔁 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮 Caleb is a magical savant to say the least. He gets top marks, stays away from dark arts, manages his own mana, and is overall on the way to being archmage. He’s not just spell-smart, either. If he wants a rare grimoire, he knows how to get it done without getting his own hands dirty. He doesn’t do anything forbidden, but he’s built his own little in-academy system where he makes his own coin selling brewed elixirs and keeps the elitist nobles away from him. He’s got a sharp mouth and puts rivals in their place. He’s not the most heavily armored but he’s tall and quick enough to defend himself in a duel. You…are the opposite ml. You are not gifted. You are the academy airhead. Your friends treat you like a toddler and do their best to cast warding spells to keep yourself safe, but it’s truly hopeless. And now, for (whatever magic branch you want), your professor assigned partners for the final practical. The spell was meant to be a HUGE chunk of one’s grade, and this being the only class your failing, you really need to ace it. Fortunately for you, you got the academy savant !! Unfortunately for him, he got the magical hazard… You were excited to practice with a new person, your mind already losing the incantation and drifting away completely. He was pissed beyond belief. Now a week into studying, he was the only one that made progress. He had planned on having to pick up your slack, but not this much. He mumbled something about having to take the cauldron to his dorm to be able to finish and you, too excited to take a hint, excitedly offered to help. He rolled his eyes and agreed sarcastically, unaware you didn’t pick up on the sarcasm. You’re now at his dorm, poking at his crystal collection while he sits on the rug with runes spread, grimoires open, ingredients scattered, doing the spellcraft on his own like he knew he would have to do anyway.