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'Few days later, I was roit at the front gates lookin' for one of them staff members, see, just getting to know my manager before I got up to the roofs for my first day at work. Lotsa buildings, lotsa chimneys. Lotsa work. So there was one such staff memba, so I assumed I'd be recognized.

Nigel Colligan

Nigel confronted a greeter, a man named Sir Velva.

"'Allo. I'm Nigel Colligan, I'll be here for the semestah so I thought I'd at least check in with our manager."

"Ah, greetings, Master Corrigan!"

"...Corrigan?" ...Best not to question it. "I mean, ah, yeah." He cleared his throat. "Corrigan."

"Yes, yes, we've heard quite a lot about you, and it is our humble pleasure to have you as a student at our academy."

...Hah! He finks I'm a student!

"Though, if I may ask... You look rather, ah, different from what we'd first expected."

"Ay." Here goes the bluff. "Didn't yer mother evah tell you about the dangers of judgin a book by its covah? Yeah, it's me alright, Nigel Corrigan. I've even got my invitation roit here!" He took out his slip.

"A thousand apologies!"

"HOLD ON!" Another boy called from behind. He was bright red, covered with freckles and lined with posh, refined blond hair. "Harrison," he began, referring to the emotionless butler behind him, "What's this?! I thought I was going at the most prestigious school in all of Yezin!"

"You most certainly still are, Master." The butler carefully bowed. "However, some lower-class citizens are permitted if their magical talent is high enough."

"You think this street rat's a 'talented magician'?!"

"Oi!" Nigel broke in. "'Oor'e you callin' a streetrat?!"

"You!" The boy became even more flustered. "Who are you, anyway? What's a piece of dirt like you doing here?"

"Dirt? DIRT?! I'll have you know, you bloody twat, that I'm the one and only Nigel Corrigan!" This sure came in 'andy. That ought to shut that little bugger up.

"You- WHAT?!" The boy's face was yet a brighter shade of red. He exploded, "I'M Nigel Corrigan!"

...Cor. "R-roit..." Nigel was taken by surprise. Fink fast, fink fast, Nigel... He triumphantly pulled out his invitation right then and there. "'Ave you got one of these?!"

"No!" The other Nigel stomped his foot. "Some idiot in the mailing system was supposed to send me my confirmation, but it never came. I've had to go through three lines of security to get here!"

"Well, I hafta guess..." Nigel chuckled with confidence, "...You're an imposer."

"How dare you!"

"'Ow dare you. I could have yer'head roit now if I wanted. But Nigel Colli-CORRIgan's feeling generous, so yer free for now. Don't bugger up next time."

"Hold on a moment." Velva, the greeter, broke in. "We're also expecting a chimney sweep with a similar name, a Nigel Colligan."

"That must be him!" The blond boy pointed at Nigel.

Dat explains a lot. I'm not quittin' now, though, I've got nuffing to lose. "'Scuse me, guvna? If anyffing I should be assuming you're the chimney sweep. I'm Nigel Corrigan, master mage and student at the academy. Tryin' to capitalize on mah title?"

"All of this is utterly ridiculous!"

"Unless 'yer meaning to prove that you're the mage and I'm the sweeper." The other Nigel lighted up.

"Fine then. Whatever it is, I'll do whatever it takes to prove that you're the phony."

"Roit then." Nigel picked up his mop. "I challenge you to a mage's duel!" He swung it in a dramatic and deft fashion. When a little ash rose into the air, he used this veil to bring out his old rusted lighter and set the mop's frills ablaze without the others seeing. He flung it left and right, chanting nonsense such as "Abrakadabra, alakazam!", then snuffing it out into the ground. "I'm a foire mage. Your turn, guvna."

"I, uhh..." The other Nigel looked at them all. "I... I'm a blue!"

"So? I'm a blue. Got a point?"

"I... I'm a noble! I got into this academy by default!"

"You can't prove a bloody thing, kid. Take him away." Responding to Nigel's 11-year-old authority, some guards picked up the apparent "fake" Nigel Corrigan by the arms. "Wait, wait..." Nigel handed the other Nigel his broom. "...You'll need this!" With that he turned away and laughed out loud, heading for the assemble room while the other Nigel cursed his name a thousand times, careful to pronounce the double-L sound instead of an R, threatening that he'd be back. It was all gibberish in Nigel's ears.

So. Now I've gotten into the biggest academy in the world with nuffing more than a lighter, a mop and a cheap party trick. I don't give a damn about this eddjucashin thing, but this place's got noice food and all sorts of things. At most I'll scamper around, picking pockets off the rich folks. This might be the best con of my life, right 'ere...

Kelcie

AHA! We finally have someone smart here.

"Yeah." Kelcie smiled, "Well I got into here when I was very young and I help out wherever possible. This is my eighth year here, you?"

Kappa Chew

The male yawned, raising her arms up, stretching the limbs. What was she dreaming about? Oh yes, that sexual documentation video last night... Having spent late at night watching the educational piece had already flooded the male's mind to the nonsense. Like it was going to help her, anyway...

Opening an eye, she turned to the side releasing yet another yawn. Another fifteen minutes shouldn't hurt. Or an hour. Either works. But no, the damned butler made a loud, fake cough, catching the male's attention. In response, she sat up lazily, rubbing an eye, and looked up, viewing Ian's disproving face.

"Mi'lady, has it not been fifteen minutes passed your time of departure for the Academy?" The butler question her, setting down a tray of toast and tea at her bedside table. The male grunted in response, turning on the bed.

"Oh, Mr. Mahogany, you know I dropped out last year, schooling is useless to me. So boooooring...!" Talking lightly at first, she ended with a surprisingly loud exclamation, causing the butler to recoil slightly. The table holding the tea and toast then moved, jerking and knocking the tray upon the floor, cup shattering and spilling it's contents everywhere on the wooden flooring. Kappa then pushed herself up slightly with her arms, sliding off the bed, and onto the now levitating cube of iron.

"But madam, is it not your parents wish to continue your magical education?" The male shook his head at the butler, smiling devilishly, and raised a finger to her lips.

"Well, Mr.Mahogany, I'm not a squib like you, I'm naturally talented. Afterall... We have a bit of chaos to raise tonight, fufufu.~"

Mark

Shoot! I slept in! Today's the first day of the academy, my 4th year as well.

Mark jumped up from his bed and got ready, running past his 20 still-sleeping foxes.

Ugh... I think that intelligence spell was a bit too much for my mana, I'll have to restore it soon.

Sprinting to the Academy at top speed, Mark made it to his class right on time.

Hmm, yes! This is Room 104, Recent Political History. Here I go!

Mark entered the classroom with a quick smile and got ready to meet new people.

Hey! I may actually meet people that are decent uses this year!

Erat

Erat got up, adjusted his cloak and walked over to the market, sealing the entrance to his large home securely. He noticed a bundle of people rushing around, most in uniforms.

Aww, shot is today the first day of Academy? Lead by that fool Lord Senlevon... ahh, I'd love to see the end of him. Do it myself, if I could get close to him.

Rose

Rose stumbled past the gates and looked at her schedule, Who needs a schedule She walked briskly towards the large doors.

Crane

"I'm sorry. You've caught something serious...I think this virus of yours requires more... practiced hands." The nurse alerted Crane.

From the perspective of Crane, this nurse seemed gifted at her work. She's just being modest, right?

"Ho, no needeth to beest modest! I be shizzle ye can doth 'tis on thy own." Crane protested.

"I'm truly sorry, Mr. Crane. Your condition is fraught with danger. I've heard this rumor floating around; a doctor with exemplary work."

"Ay?"

"Shon Praga." The nurse muttered.

"Shon Pawga? Shawn Plaga? Shawn Plague? Shawn Prague? Shon Pragae? Sha-"

"Shon. Praga." Yelped the nurse. "If you don't find him..." The nurse's gaze scorched the floor. "Well...Let's not think about that...My friend, she knows a lot about this Praga. Been studying him for the length of a part-time job. She works at a store." The nurse sketched down the address of the store. "Here. Find her. She'll know more."

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Crane's vast feet trudged on the ground. Shon Praga Shon Praga Shon Praga. All Crane could think about was Praga. His inattention led to Crane colliding with a man in black robes, holding a black cane. ((This is Shon Praga, btw.))

"Yo! Has't ye seen a lad by the name of Shon Praga?

Crane

"I has't be toldeth me condition be fraught with danger. I heard ye could doth somethin' 'bout it. Can ye?"

Crane

"'Tis fine." Crane accompanied Praga on the walk to his dwelling.