::Erin looks up from her Women's Weekly magazine as Vanyel is deposited in a poof of magical smoke.::

"Hey Veiny!"

::Vanyel looks around the place, not exactly sure where 'the place' is. His attention is then drawn..hehe, towards the drawing. Hands move about himself defensively, and he shifts his weight to one leg.::

"It's Vanny, not Veiny. Who are you supposed to be?"

"I'm Erin, Veiny. Your guide of sorts."

::She smiles widely, completely ignoring his correction of his name.::

"I'm here to tell you that you are a gypsy. Gypsyyyyy maa-a-aaaan!"

"Er, ..right.. and what, pray-tell, does -that- get me?"

::Utter disbelief, and annoyance with the name situation abound.::

"It gets you the rather nifty power of smoke manipulation. Oh, yes. You heard me right! A magical power!"

::Erin bobs up and down on the balls of her feet. Clearly she's excited.::

"It means that, at the moment, you can create a smokescreen from your hands. It has a trigger, to start with, so it won't just come when you command it, but once you'll realise when you find the trigger. Probably cause The Powers That Be will let you know..."

"Care to demonstrate? Or, can you? I assume since I can't make it happen, you can't help me out with the whole..activation situation."

::Excitement builds within his voice, but with an undertone of sarcasm. Though he wants to believe her, there has been no proof.::

"I mean, proof, of course."

"Yeah, whatever Veiny."

::She waves a hand of dismissal at him, and from it billows a dense smoke that blankets the room. It's really, really thick and nobody would be able to see through it. Not even Vanyel, and it's his power. Erin can though, cause she's special!::

"Hmm... What can I do to prove it?"

::Sarcasm oozes from her voice in the dense smoke. Any smoke you create Vanyel, will cover the entire thread you're in if you're indoors, and if you're outdoors then it'll cover around eight meters, with you in the center. You cannot control the smoke once it is produced, or the amount for now. It's all or nothing. Oh, and it also has no effect on anyone's respitory system.::

::Vanyel's face reddens, and thinking she wouldn't be able to see it through the smoke, he praises the ability for it. A slow nod of realization is given and he shifts his weight to the other leg.::

"Can I get rid of it, then, or is it just..there until someone blows it away?"

"Well, you can summon it back if you try really, really hard."

::Erin does it with ease, just to demonstrate. The plumes of thick and dark smoke streams back into her outstretched palm. It's a rather impressive sight as she reveals herself out of the cloud of smoke.::

"But if you don't call it back, then it'll disperse instantly after three of your posts."

"Guess it is pretty nifty."

::He smiles slightly, and continues standing there, waiting on something.::

"So..I mean, what now?"

"Well, off you go into the big wide world."

::Two doors appear behind Erin as she gestures.::

"You have two options. I'll send you to the best places, too! You can go to the Black Point Apartments, or onward to the Halliwell School of Witchcraft. You're bound to find magical folk all around the place, and a lot of them hang around at the school. They might be a bit busy now..."

(A bit?)

"Oh, as well... Because you're a gypsy you're not all that good with spells. They might work, maybe, but it's really quite doubtful. Potions are where your proficiencies lie. Seriously, give it a try sometime, you have a natural gift for them."

::Vanyel gets an encouraging smile, too.::

"Well, I guess since I'm not too magically well off, I'll be heading to the school? Something like Hogwarts, I presume?"

::Oh well, he doesn't really give her much time to say. His decision is made.::

"Maybe I can practice up on that spell-situation."

::A smile.::

"Eh, don't bet on it."

::She goes back to Women's Weekly.::

::And he goes to the Halliwell School of Witchcraft.::

[Vanyel is a big loser!]

::Vanyel looks around, noticing his new location and mutters.::

"..Man I've got to stop drinking.."

::He giggles and frolics off to the front door of the Halliwell School of Witchcraft.::