Charred Bones
And that my students is a perfect chunk of chalk, ready for all kinds of rituals or rune drawing. Of course you could cheat and just buy some but or go down the mines of Drovvin, but has time for that? I know I don’t. And I bet you don’t either, especially if Mr Gourron lecture runs over again. Hah!
The short man over exaggerated his march back to his workbench at front of the room. Placing the chalk haphazardly onto the table brushing away some leftover dust from the demonstration earlier. Before looking around the room with a scrunched up face trying to remember something important.
Oh, and speaking of time, looks like this practical is over. Grab your things youngsters and clear out. I look forward to seeing you next class, I have something exciting planned for you. Yes. Very exciting. Wait… I hate to tell you this, but I do need you all to bring some items with you. I know, work outside the lab. Absolutely diabolical, hah. So, what I need from all of you is some bones.
The students paused for a moment, confused by the statement Mr Bhor had just said. One of the girls at the back of the class repeated the word bones back to him partly in shock and partly as a question.
Yes my dear, bones. You know, the things inside your body, I need some. Cleaned and not covered in any kind of goo. Any bones will do, although I will be concerned if you bring the skull of your classmates. No, no killing to get the bones. I’ll happily accept animal carcasses or a bone for your pet dog.
He nodded his head confidently and continued to rearrange the bottles on the bench for the fourth time in the last half an hour. Thinking of a better way to showcase the various glass vials ready for his next class. The students all looked at one another silently shrugged their shoulders before returning to pack their bags and file out of the workshop. Just as the first of them were about to exit the door, one of the older students, blonde with braided hair slung her satchel over her shoulder and asked the professor why they needed the bones.
Ah, excellent question Miss Faela. Excellent question. Next class we are preparing another kind of material, very useful for circle rituals. Charred bones. I’m sure one of your textbooks has some reading on it, for the more curious of you all. But I’ll explain everything next time. For now, gather your things get out of here. I know you have Miss Vanberet and she is not a patient woman, hah!
The professor grabbed his chest with both hands, very proud of his joke before getting distracted with the sudden realisation he had misplaced one of his tinkering tools from the top pocket of his leather apron. The students left him searching every corner of his workbench with a puzzled look on his face, humming to himself as he did so.

Comments