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During the rest of class I worried about Bob and his future. If he didn’t overcome his fear I couldn’t see how he would become a necromancer. Maybe I should encourage him to go into a different field of study. I felt bad that Bob had missed most of class, but I figured he would show back up for our next class. I took detailed notes for him, making sure not to get any fluid from the brain on the paper.
We were given homework at the end of class. I was rather disappointed since it was our first day. It was a piece of paper with a skeleton on the left side of the page and the names of different bones on the right. We had to match the names of the bones to the bones in the drawing. I grabbed an extra one for Bob.
I left the classroom and went down the hall to our next class which was Ghost Studies. Most of the classes in this hallway were necromancer related so the halls were empty except for the few students in my class. As I walked towards my Ghost Studies class I could clearly hear my own footsteps echoing down the white tiled hallway.
Ghosts weren’t actually dead, but merely echoes of souls or strong emotions left behind from the moment of someone’s death. On rare occasions ghosts can even be created from a piece of a living person’s soul.
I was glad to see that Bob was already in the class room. I gave him my notes and the homework assignment from our previous class. The homework assignment was easy and while waiting for class to begin I had already completed half of it. I would rather do it in class than do it during my free time after class.
As people began showing up for class I noticed we had the same five people from the previous class. I looked around the room and it appeared to look like a standard classroom with desk, chairs, and windows. Nothing about it looked spooky. For Ghost Studies I had expected something a little spookier. Spirits trapped in jars or crystals would have been cool.
I was excited to learn about ghosts as I found the subject rather interesting. Plus since necromancers deal with the dead then in the future we would also be dealing with ghosts anyways, at least if I managed to live that long.
Our teacher Ms. Felicity had dark hair and a slightly round face with a tiny nose. Her eyebrows were thick and her hair fluffy. She seemed like an affectionate person and easily excited. She wasn’t as warm as Ms. Valerie, but she did seem more energetic.
Once again class went well for me. Once again not so much for Bob. Right in the beginning of class the teacher created a circle of salt and placed a crystal in the middle of the salt circle.
The crystal, known as ghost crystal, was used to trap a ghost in it. Unless bound to a place ghosts quickly wither and disperse. If a ghost leaves the place they are tied to they also wither and disappear. A ghost crystal not only can trap a ghost it can also sustain a ghost.
Ms. Felicity began to chant while walking around the circle. She took some powder out of a purple sack and threw it into the air. Wispy white smoke drifted out of the crystal and slowly filled the entire circle. After a few moments, the outline of a person’s body could be seen in the smoke. Over the next few minutes the image of the ghost became sharp and clear.
The ghost was wearing a white dress with a white veil that completely covered its face. Because of the dress and the curves, I assumed it was a female ghost.
Bob gently elbowed me and whispered, “It’s watching me…” He was almost in tears at this point. The ghost floated over a foot off the ground.
“Bob, the ghost is wearing a veil, how can you even tell?”
“It’s watching me, I just know it,” replied Bob. His eyes were wide with fright.
At this point Bob was starting to shake. “BOB! NECROMANCER UP!”
The teacher decided to ignore my loud comment. Though she did nod slightly at my statement. I think she was agreeing with me. Bob’s response was only to whimper. At least he stayed in the room for the entire class, though he started to shake a little. I continued to sit in class with Bob and I tried my best to comfort him. The ghost really did seem to be looking straight at Bob, but there was no way I would ever tell him that. Poor guy, he was already scared enough as it was. Our homework was to research and write about five different types of ghosts. Luckily I knew enough about ghosts that I would be able to do the assignment quickly and without actually having to do any real research.
The next class was just as bad, Zombies for Beginners. As soon as the two of us walked in we noticed a zombie standing in the corner. There was a chain around its neck that attached to the wall to keep it from eating the few students with brains. Bob started to sob hysterically. I patted him gently on the back. I had no idea why he was putting himself through this torture. I began to wonder if this was the direction my life would take. Bob and I together, him sobbing, me taking care of him. I suddenly felt very tired.
We sat at the farthest corner from the zombie and I spent the entire class trying to calm Bob down. I never became great with creating zombies. I blame Bob entirely. I did gain some ability with quick summon zombies. Quick summon zombies are the ones