Thieve'd

Gerdion Eryfi was not the only noble-born in the class. There was also the twins, Lunare Cynthia Terra and Solciro Eleodor Terra. They were elves. They were the most friendly and sociable people in the class.
"Acheros... Where did you get that?" Cocytus indicated the butterfly knife Acheros was spinning.
"It's mine. Why?"
"How did you get smuggle it past? I've never managed to get anything sharp across the Gates before." Cocytus asked.
"Easy. When the Gates declared it, I gave it to the guard, and I told him I didn't know about such a rule. The moment he let me go past, my brother took over and pickpocketed it from him. You'd be surprised at how deft my brother can be."
"And where did that necklace come from? I think I've seen it before..." Acheros was fingering an ornate gold choker in the other hand while spinning the knife.
"I-" He was instantly cut off by Acherus. "Hmm, yes, well, I uh, that is to say, I temporarily lightened the weight of someone. Force of habit you see. I believe distinctly in helping others by, hmmm, easing their burden, yes." He said, smoothly.
Cocytus just stared.
"Isn't that... Oh shit. You'd better return it. Now. Rule number one, you do not, I repeat, do not, offend nobles. If you do, you're screwed. Lunare will kill you. That necklace is one of her most precious items. How in the Archon's name did you get it off anyway?" Cocytus said, suspicious. "Wait no, I don't want to know. You better return it once break is over. And keep that damn knife, you fool! You're gonna get caught!" Cocytus quickly grabbed the butterfly knife and hid it behind him just as a teacher turned around. "Break's over anyways, we'd better get into class. It's Delirious's lesson now, eh? Magic. My favourite."
The two of them strode in quickly and placed their bags by the side of the classroom, Cocytus slipping the butterfly knife back into Acheron's bag.

The teacher's name was Delirus del Irus, nicknamed Delirious by his students. He was slightly mad, but well-versed in magic. Specifically, and unsurprisingly, mind-affecting magic. But he taught all sorts of magic anyway.
"Good day students. I assume none of you did the homework I asked you to do? Good! I knew you wouldn't let me down! I'm curious, which of you students know how to knit? No? None of you? Such a pity. Tomorrow's yesterday, we shall talk about the various and diverse uses of the polymorphic necromantic spells. In essence, you drain their essence by turning them into a rabbit. No, I'm just kidding. Although, that reminds me of the time I turned my friend Keith into a chicken and ate him alive."
The students stared at him.
He burst out laughing. "The look on all of your faces! No, just a joke, he was already dead when I ate him. Back to the topic. We are actually going to discuss the pros and the cons of sonic spells."

The classroom was rather deceiving. From the outside, it looked like the size of the interiors of three or four cars clumped together, an extremely tight fit. However, the inside was rather larger, say, the size of one and a half average classrooms. Physics, it seemed, just hanged around out of habit. Not that it really mattered. Once in a while, you could see someone's items start to float off the table and into the air. The blackboard wasn't actually a blackboard, and neither was it a whiteboard. It rotated through the entire light spectrum of colours regularly and tended to bulge and distend in certain places. Also, Delirus would use the board to open windows into other dimensions to prove that coffee did, in fact, bleed. Or that shoes were numb. But mostly that you could make windows out of bricks. No one really wanted to contest it.
Delirus wore a pair of spectacles. These spectacles were thin-rimmed, and was a sentient entity in its own right. Once in a while, the spectacles would yawn, and two mouth would open up in the lenses, causing Lethe to shudder in remembrance of her nightmare. It haunted her. Though she did not tell the rest, she was getting that dream every single night. And each time, the mouths got ever closer. She herself was starting to feel pain around her eyes during the day, much like a chronic headache.

Acherus walked up to her, Acheros perched on his shoulder.
"Greetings. Would you be Lunare Cynthia Terra?"
"Indeed, and you must be Acheron. Call me Lune, would you?" She said with a smile. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this acquaintance?"
"I, er, I don't suppose this necklace is yours?" He said in a rather flustered tone, quickly handing her the choker.
Lunare took the choker and stared at it. "Where did you find it? I have been looking all over the place for it! Thank you so much!"
"Don't thank me. I have a confession. I, uh, you see, I am a kleptomaniac. I can't stop stealing." Acherus hung his head like a guilty child caught in the act, which was rather amusing, considering his non-human appearance. "So, uh, I decided to return it."
Lunare looked at him wide-eyed. "You stole it? From around my neck? And I didn't even notice? Amazing! You have got to teach me that! I've always wanted to learn how to steal, but my accursed, trice-damned parents won't let me go within ten miles of a Thieves' Guild. Can you please, please, please teach me how?"
Rather taken aback by her enthusiastic response, (He was expecting discrimination, insults and threats. Poor thing, really.) he replied, "Uh sure, okay, if you want to. Thank you for not blaming me."
"No, no, no, thank you! That's a lovely hawk you have there. Does it have a name?" She indicated Acheros, who squawked at her indignantly for calling him it.
"Um, actually, that's my brother. It's a long story, really."
They kept talking.