Class schedule, per request!  If you have two classes in the same period, just choose one to attend.

Breakfast 

1st period: Science (astronomy/potions/alchemy/biology)

2nd period: Artificing/magical creatures and cultures

3rd period: Literature

Lunch

4th period: Healing/charms and curses

5th period: Math

6th period: Rune-magic/casting magic

7th period: History/house meetings twice a week

Dinner

Club meetings/free time

~Dorrie~

The second day dawns frosty and very, very cold. Also, early: My oversleep-preventative alarm is set for six, flat, just in case. As I jab hairpin after hairpin into my hair, I notice that there is a new schedule on my bedside table. Hmm. Why change the schedule on the second day of all days, if any? Still. This one is much more coordinated than the other, and I won't be heading to casting-magic straight from bed, although second period is now a total blank for me. More practice, I guess. And more investigations. 

Indeed, it becomes plain that that's needed when I step into Aspen Hall for breakfast: Not a chair in sight. One of the students, who is slender with short hair, is sitting eating in the tree, and some people are standing up, leaning on the wall, but others are on the floor. Drius, among people. 

"Hi," they say, their mouth full, when they spot me. "No chairs again, eh?"

"Yeah, I suppose," I answer, getting myself some oatmeal.

"And the schedule change," they continue. "Happened to older students too." 

"Maybe they're interlinked?" I suggest. 

"True. It could be a puzzle. I like them, if you haven't noticed." 

"Definitely puzzling," I answer. 

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(Sorry if it's short, I can't think of much!!)

Question--what are the different ages of students called? As in first year/second year/third year or year one/year two/year three or whatever else?

First class of the day: alchemy. The teacher, who is wearing a gray dress that has ash on it and that matches her hair (also gray with ash on it) is standing over a cauldron that’s sitting on a small fire that hasn’t burned the floor but isn’t in a fireplace. 
“Good morning,” the teacher says in a raspy voice. 
“Good morning,” the entire class echoes. 
“Hello. My name is Professor Saoirse Ni Hennig, and we will together be learning alchemy,” says the teacher. “Now which of you can tell me about the Philosopher’s Stone?” She is extremely gray, all over, even in the skin, fingernails, eyes, and mouth. A girl wearing all green raises her hand. 
“It’s the substance that alchemists believe will allow them to make gold and achieve eternal life!” she says wildly. 
“Yes,” says the teacher. “Here you will learn to make it. It is simple. One must simply combine salt, ash, water, soil, yeast, sugar, and phosphorus and boil it. See?” Professor Ni Hennig waves at the cauldron. “Of course, one must learn to use one’s intention. And, for turning the base metals into gold, one must have a ridiculous amount of absolutely pure metal. Eternal life will allow one to live to the age of nine hundred and ninety-nine, but it will require eating of the Philosopher’s Stone every day and total depletion of one’s vitality and magic.” The stuff in the cauldron is taking up most of my attention: The magic of it feels like a flashing lighthouse in my mind. “Now pick a cauldron and let’s get started.”
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Thinking: Professor NH is a fire spirit of some type??? If anyone wants to RP as her they’re welcome to, I might (maybe)


Erin~

I quickly finish breakfast and run down the hall, not wanting to be late for class.  The astronomy classroom is in the tallest tower on campus, at the very top.  I take the stone steps two at a time and I'm out of breath when I reach their end at a purple door with a moon-shaped handle.  I open it and walk into a circular room, letting out a gasp as I look up.  There is no roof, but a tall glass dome above me where I can see the clear blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds.  Instead of desks the floor is covered with patterned blankets and pillows.  Some of my classmates are already there, as well as an unfamiliar man with curly golden hair and dark skin, dressed in a purple robe decorated with stars.  He turns to me as I enter. "Welcome!" he says with a smile. "My name is Professor Solaris.  And who might you be?"

"Oh, I'm Erin," I answer.

"It's nice to meet you, Erin! Please take a seat wherever you like."

I notice Drius nearby, so I sit down next to them.  Professor Solaris begins telling us about astronomy, and the difference between it and astrology. "We'll do a bit of both in this class," he says. "But mostly focus on the stars and planets themselves, not nessecarily what they might mean.  Does anyone know any of the constellations?"

A small, blue-eyed girl raises her hand. "There are a lot, right?  I know how to find Orion and Ursa Major."

"And then there's the zodiac," a girl with short, curly hair adds. "They're what astrology is based on.  There are others too, like Hercules, Pegasus, and Cassiopeia.  Most are inspired by Greek mythology."

"Good!" Professor Solaris exclaims.  He talks more about constellations and how we'll learn to locate them.  He mentions having night classes to watch a meteor shower later this year, which makes me excited.

When class ends I walk down the stairs with the curly-haired girl. "You know a lot about constellations and stuff," I remark.

She smiles. "Thanks!  It's one of the things I like to learn about."

"That's cool!  I'm Erin, by the way."

My name's Aisling," she responds.