Sascha's school in Japan had been very strict. Tardiness was inexcusable in a very literal sense. If you were late for anything, you had better be dying, or you'd wish you were by the time the sensei had finished putting you through your paces. Being in a new place and not perfectly confident in his new environment yet, Sascha had arrived fifteen minutes early to class, finding the number of the room with his fingers, then standing beside the door patience and still, waiting for the professor to arrive. Once the professor had arrived, Sascha counted to sixty then entered the classroom, not wanting to appear like he was brown nosing by being right on the teacher's heels.
He clicked with his tongue as he entered the room, long white cane sweeping in gentle arcs in front of him. He took a seat in the front but far off to one side. He wanted to be sure he didn't miss a word, but since he didn't really need to see much of anything, he didn't want to be in anyone's line of sight. Out of his backpack he removed and interesting little gizmo that looked like a muggle qwerty keyboard, it was very slender and light though at the back of it was a heavier cylinder part with a slot. Sascha turned one end of the cylinder and the top of a roll of parchment appeared. His fingers flew lightly over the keys, a soft tap-tapping sound accompanying it, and when he hit 'enter' and a little more of the parchment was visible, there was a series of raised bumps in the thick paper. It would appear that a roll of parchment was rolled in the cylinder and the keyboard functioned as a braille typewriter, though surely magic had to be involved for how sleek and light weight the whole thing was. Notes for the day started, he waited for the lecture to begin.
Sascha's appearance was very androgynous, his jet black hair falling well past his waist, currently worn in a loose braid. His clothes all appeared to be girls clothes, flare jeans that rode low on his hips, and a wrap style shirt in a bright turquoise color. His features were both sharp and fine, his bright blue-green eyes staring off into the distance.
When the professor started speaking, Sascha resumed typing, taking notes, not that there was much to take notes on. The basic expectations seemed more than reasonable to Sascha. Still it was best that he have it down for later review, in case he somehow forgot how to be a decent student or something.
Unfortunately the lesson took a hard lift into the realm of the sighted, and Sascha's ears, sharp as they were, were not enough to tell him what wand motion to make, and though he had some vision, it wasn't good enough to see that much detail at a distance. In fact, in the light room, he only had a vague idea what the result of the spell was. Luckily the professor's words clued him in somewhat. Whenever everyone else gathered around, Sascha stood, and with clicks of his tongue navigated over to... a person? No, a brief touch with his fingers confirmed it as a dummy. To him it was only a vague person shape. He could see the red lights at least, but not well enough that he'd trust himself to use this spell as is. He'd either need to find a way to make it tactile or audible... but before any of that, he'd need to know what the heck sort of wand motion to make.
He sat back down with the rest of his classmates, waiting until the professor told them what they were doing, before raising his hand. While he waited for the professor to either call on him or approach him, the hand he didn't have in the air was running lightly over the pages of his text book. He had it in braille, and was glad for it, though his wand could read the pages for him, that was rather noisy and he didn't want to distract everyone else. Sure the thing was as big as a paving stone, but it was worth the extra weight of a braille book to not disturb those around him.
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