Two students live in room 111:
Yoshua Fairbanks: A rich, but somewhat hopeless, Magic Major. A hit with all the girls, and all the guys on campus: He's known for his winning Smile and white-blonde hair. His blue eyes have a habbit of flicking around, looking for anything amusing to do.
Marcus Vekk: An Elf. The Son of a rich and poweful Con-man, and hiw witch-wife, Marcus Vekk inherited his father's rougish good looks and rough-around-the-edges charm, but also his mother's skill at magic. He's known around campus for his wheeling-dealing ways. He skips most classes, but is talented enough that he doesn't miss much.
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"Hey Yosh!"
"Hmm?" Yoshua replied, looking up from his textbook
"What's the spell we're supposed to be studying?" Marcus asked, toying with a small knife
"Polymorph" Yoshua answered "And the name is Yoshua, not "Yosh"" he grew irritated "And you'd know the spell is polymorph if you ever bothered to come to class!". Marcus looked back at him
"Easy. I didn't mean to set you off. Jeez, what crawled up you and died?"
"I'm having trouble with this spell, that's what." he clenched his teeth.
"Oh, is that all?" Marcus replied, grinning "Let me show you how it's done"