Tessa Tender transported Dean to his brother's home with her red vehicle. Dean Dorothy's brother was the one and only King of Oxford. His very large palace came into view with tall statues of the King grazing the blue sky with marble splendor.

The moment Dean stepped foot out of the vehicle, the guards and nobles buzzed around him as he was rushed to the throne room. With purple walls on every side and very golden doors, it was quite the sight to be seen. Nobles wore tall wigs that made them appear to be half a foot taller than they truly were. Dean felt sorely out of place in his shorts, knee high socks, and vest.

"Brother!" Announced the king from his throne when Dean entered the throne room.

"Brother," Dean said, giving an exotic bow.

"What brings you here today, Dean?" the king asked.

Dean threw his thumb over his shoulder and pointed at the haughty Tessa who folded her arms. Quite infatuated with her, the king leaned forward very unkinglike in his throne to take a better look at her.

"I found your brother eating random Peanuts in the field in the middle of nowhere, my king," Tessa said, giving a deep and extravagant bow. (For how many odd things show up in the field, it was quite odd that there was no name for it. People most often just referred to it as the weird field or the random field or even the field in the middle of nowhere).

The king turned disappointed eyes on his brother who rolled his eyes.

"Do you have these Peanuts?" He asked.

Tessa brought forth a can of Peanuts that Dean hadn't realized she'd grabbed from the field. "Here, my Lord. They are canned which I find to be particularly terrifying."

The king waved his hand and one of his servants took the can from Tessa's hands and brought it to the King of Oxford who looked at it intently. Seeing nothing of importance on the outside of the plain silver can, the brother opened it and, seeing the nuts in the can, took one and ate it. Tessa was dismayed beyond meassure but could not show it.

"I'm sorry Tessa, but they seem perfectly fine to me other than the mold." Tessa fumed on the inside that he was so nonchalant about the mold on the very thing that he ate. "Brother, forgive me. You may go on your way."

So, Dean along with a very testy Tessa, climbed into her car and drove to school.

Dean arrived at Magic School only a moment before the toll rang thrice, indicating that it was the time for classes to commence.

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Throwing his rather large satchel to the ground next to his seat, Dean flopped inelegantly into his chair. Dirty blonde hair the colour of wood fell over his eyes as he stared at his teacher. His teacher was, in fact, Tessa Tender. Although she happened to be a whole year younger than Dean Dorothy, she was more advanced than even he.

Dean was an odd student to be had. In a class full of three adolescents between the ages of thirteen and nineteen, he was by far the oldest at 26. Even older than Ms. Tender. And the reason for this was quite complicated.

As far as anyone was aware, Dean did not exist before he turned 21 years old. One day, he was found half naked in the middle of the very same field in which he found the canned Peanuts. The local nobility were beyond "utterly confused". They were baffled. However, after the King went through a fit of pittiness and adopted Dean as a brother, the nobility had no other choice. And after seeing that he had no former memory of anything except for common knowledge (speaking, writing, eating, and dancing), they reluctantly threw him into the Magic School.

And so, for the last five years, he has been learning among the young ones. This year was his graduation year (he was held back a year for failing all classes).

"Good morning, class," Ms. Tender said, walking over to the magical glass-board. "Today, we will be learning how to do food spells."

This was an elective that Dean was forced to partake in as a result of Tessa Tender being his guardian (Sweden politics make no sense).

As Tessa went through the hand signs and motions for the complicated spell, Dean drew upon his desk. One of his many escapes was to draw things that appeared in his mind's eye. He knew not where these imaginations came from but he drew them nonetheless. And this time, as he began to draw, he saw stalactites and a dark passageway form onto the wooden desk. He continued to shade and erase, ignoring the vast majority of what his teacher, friend, and guardian said.

With one last stroke of his fountain pencil, something happened very suddenly.

The classroom began to shake and every desk flew to the ceiling. Al except for Dean's very fancy desk. At first, Ms. Tender believed that this was caused by a student playing a prank. "Whodunnit this time?" She pondered aloud, staring at each and every one of her protigees in the eye. They lingered longer on Dean and his desk.

"It wasn't me!" He exclaimed, his hands raising in defence.

And that was when even more surprising things happened.

The room began to shift and change. And it reminded him of something very particular... It was only when it was finally transformed that he was able to determine that the classroom had just changed into the very scenery that he had scribbled onto his desk. Dark red stalactites hung from the ceilings, cracks along the stone walls leading towards a dark, long, and deep tunnel way. The air was very suddenly stale an cold, smelling like pennies taste.

And still, the only thing that remained from the old classroom, was Dean's desk. The very thing that he immediately cast an invisibility spell on because as soon as any of the students saw such a drawing on Dean's very own desk, they would come to the conclusion that this probably was his fault.

"Where are we?" Ms. Tender said, suddenly more worried than she was before. To do a transform spell of such magnitude would need more power and energy than any one wizard could produce, much less any wizard in the Magic School. Something was certainly off.

A voice whispered through the dark, deep and gravely with low, rumbling undertones.

"Ah. Visitors. Welcome to the Underworld."