Edison: The European School of Enchantments was a vast place, easy for first years to get lost, but even with the large palace of a school it was easy for students to be discovered if doing anything wrong. Slip-ups were inevitable, punishment wasn't entirely fatal if it wasn't expulsion, just a few weeks of detention or a loss of house points. Apart from troublemakers who had a quick hand in being a little too aggressive in duels, jocks who joined Quadball as an excuse to hit on people with the harsh leather balls, and people who just used their status as power, Edison was a pretty neat place.

Damian always knew he would be admitted, given his grandfather and mother's use of sorcery. He knew of his place in the wizarding world, in the non-magic world as son of Bruce Wayne, an heir to the League, well, until it was destroyed. Damian came from a place of power, so, given his brother's past legacies from prior to their graduation from Edison, he had to hold a clean record.

He attended Quadball matches, maintained well grades, was.... moderately... friendly.. with others and refrained from being much too aggressive while dueling. It was boring. There was no adventure, no spontaneous trips, no sparring, no... nothing. Just school.

The teen liked summers at home with his father, where he fought crime and helped the citizens of Gotham, but he was just another pupil at Edison. He couldn't even use magic away from the school! Imagine it: Robin whipping out a wand and blasting a throng of villains with a strong, explosive Confringo! It would only minorly injure them at most!

But no, the Ministry of Majicks would have his head, so his potential was withheld by some stupid laws. Whatever.

Damian wasn't the biggest fan of Quadball, but he liked the school spirit, that, and analyzing the play with Jon. Jon was a good friend, easy to talk to and complain to, but he didn't like how Jon wasn't from house Juniper. Juniper in it's green, snake glory, all members filled with ambition. But no, when Jon and he were sorted, Jon was placed in Mahogany with its red and gold glory. The Mahogany students were alright, whatever, egotistical in favour of being labeled courageous, but none of the houses really bothered him. What bothered him? Being lonely in the Juniper common room.

Damian also enjoyed competition. He cheered for Juniper house at each game, and with today being the first Juniper vs Mahogany game of the season, he was a tad disappointed when a massive downpour came over the field.

The Great Hall was rowdy, students upset as they groaned about the game cancellation. The school, although one of magic, refused to change the weather as the game was pushed back for the following week.

It was a bore, watching everybody mope, so Damian wandered the grounds. He liked the campus, the talking suits of armour and music playing paintings, the plants full of life..

He liked Herbology, and he had a few plants due for an examination, so he winded up there.

It appeared as though somebody beat him to the idea, a mess of hair hunched over various pots with dead plants. Most things in the greenhouse were dead, actually. "What happened in here?" Damian called as he neared the other, wincing at the state of the vegetation.

Damian saw the other wipe at their face, cradling a pot close. While the whole school was raving about the first Quadball game of the season, somebody had spilled (thrown) a vase of potion which essentially poisoned the entirety of the greenhouse. Great. He sighed as he glanced at his own projects in the corner, withering. "...Could we fix any of this?" He asked the other boy, who he vagely recognized as a boy from his dueling club, one who wasn't too strong in that particular element.