Fish March 30th 2012, 6:13 am
Prussia had never been one to dabble in nonsense such as magic. Involvement with the Catholicism and religion expelled any intentions of dealing with the Devil and putting his eternal soul on the line, not that he really cared for religious matters anymore. Hell, he didn't even believe a thing such as "magic" existed. It was about as real to him as flying pigs and talking donkeys. Still, he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested and even perplexed at the existance of such a fairytale.
He entered the room cautiously, eyes flitting across the room nervously. If the Magic Club was as infamous as the others said it was, there was a pressing need to remain alert and vigilant. Who knows what sort of weirdos this place could have. His timid entrance into the decrepit classroom spoke poorly of who he was, so he made sure to stand straight with confidence as he walked slowly inside.
"Magic, huh?" The male did a slow circumspect of the room, observing a few things here and there before formally addressing the Brit and oblivious to the others in the room. He was more concerned on coming out alive of the classroom to take notice of anyone else. "So what is it that you do here, exactly? Throw a few things in a bubbling black cauldron mutterting incantations and what not?" He grimaced at his own words, not really enjoying the image he had in his mind at the moment. Deformed old hags, warts and all. Sickly colored potions. Pentagrams and sacrifices. He shuddered involuntarily, questioning his own sanity and why he even decided to come here in the first place. He wasn't Harry Potter, for fuck's sake...