FFM2: Conditioning
Merci only knew Fagan as a classmate. He would show up late and leave early, and never managed to make it to the exams. He was an older brother of a couple other students Merci could point out, but never name. At the same time, Fagan could always be found somewhere near Tony, and for this reason, Merci knew his name and avoided him like the plague.
At least, until he became the boy who loved fire too much. First, it was a trashcan. Somehow, that one instance escalated to a teacher, then a wing of the school. Afterwards, Fagan was never late. No one was really sure how he was still enrolled, and gave him a wide berth.
"Merci." Fagan nodded to her.
"Fagan." She greeted, and moved aside. He didn't proceed.
"Do you have a moment?" Fagan looked... uncomfortable.
"Uhm." Merci glanced at the clock, and pretended to be concerned. "I guess."
"Would you mind... uhm." Fagan looked terribly uncomfortable, and Merci was surprised. "Do you have time to help me with a soothing spell?"
"Uhhhh." She was confused, really. Fagan, so called firebug and Mr. Leave Me Alone, was asking for help. That was a first. "Sure. Why not. What'd you do wrong?"
"Professor Sturgeon made it very clear that sandpaper does not belong near a soothing spell, or a bath spell, or anything besides wood." He made a face.
"Well... He's not wrong." She sighed. "Show me your notes, and let's see if something can be salvaged."
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