As he went inside his room, he noticed an envelope, laying on his bed. It took him by surprise, but he still went to pick it up, looking around, as if whoever delivered that was still around, but there was nobody.

On the yellow paper, somebody wrote in quite beautiful handwriting: "To mister Trevor West". Pushed by curiosity he opened it and pulled out a single page titled: The Class schedule for group 'A'.

It was quite a disappointment, but he still scanned through it briefly, and to his surprise discovered that there were still plenty of regular school subjects like biology, physics, chemistry, and more. Fortunately, he also had plenty of magical subjects like the Theory of magic - introduction, Alchemy - basics, Enchantments - basics, History of magic, and lastly Defense against magical arts.

It put a smile on his face. He placed the envelope and the single page containing his schedule on his desk and went to rummage through his wardrobe, to find some suitable clothes.

Rocking a black shirt, and loose pants reaching barely past his knees, Trevor went outside. He turned to the right and circled around the dormitory to reach the park in the center of the dormitory complex for the first years.

Since picking the right clothes took him a moment, there were already a few groups of teenagers who managed to get together, and a bunch of people still looking around.

- Hey, are you from group B? - he heard somebody ask.

- No, I'm from C.

- Ok, never mind then.

A short conversation reached his ears, as he was looking around for somebody to give him or her his first shot at making a new friend. He spotted a chubby boy with a mushroom haircut wearing some jeans and a brown jacket over a white shirt and decided that he would be a good target to try.

- Hey, are you maybe from group A? - Trevor asked, as he came closer.

The boy shook his head.

- No. I'm from D.

- Oh... Never mind then - said West, and turned around, to look for somebody else.

Just in time to spot the girl that he already decided to avoid, as she arrived at the park. The chatter died immediately. Every other teenager looked her way, and a group of them even surrounded her, trying to get to know her. She wasn't stopping at all and had to say something, because the group froze, letting her get out of the human cocoon.

She had a schoolgirl uniform on. Gray in a checked pattern. The gray short skirt, the gray short jacket with long sleeves. Even the necktie was gray. All except the white shirt underneath, and her black stockings, matching her hair.

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She stopped more or less in the middle of the area, and slowly looked around, as she turned. Eventually, to Trevor's surprise, her red eyes stopped on him, and a smile crawled on her face.

- I think I know you - she said and moved straight towards him.

"This is bad", he thought, as his body froze.

He already could see a few people covering their mouths so they could whisper to others around, and giggle, expecting a show.

- Aren't you... What was your name? - she twisted her head a bit to the side, as she tried to remember. - Oh yes. Trevor West. So... Are you him?

He nodded, and in response, she chuckled. The laugh sent chills down his spine. She immediately went on the move and started to walk around him, watching him carefully.

- What group are you in, Mister West?

- A...

- Group A. What a coincidence. You see, I'm also in group A.

She paused, as she noticed something Trevor also caught. A group made of three boys and two girls was walking straight toward them. Males were tall and actually quite good-looking. All of them walked with confidence and smiles on their faces. Females on the other hand couldn't stop giggling and constantly covered their mouths with their hands.

The boy at the very front had chestnut hair, cut in a way that his fringe arranged itself in the letter M. He had very blue eyes and a small nose.

"Boyband type", Trevor thought to himself.

- Good morning miss Karcarow - he said as he finally stopped right in front of the strange, dark-haired girl. - My name is Duncan Esthose. Heir of the Esthose family. We are like royalty here in the third.

- And? - she asked in response.

- Well, I'm sure that for you it's nothing impressive, but nevertheless, I came here to greet you. We couldn't help it, but on our way here, we overheard you are also from group A, so we would like to offer you a place among us. I know that playing with that - he briefly glanced at Trevor, and disgust appeared on his face - might be quite entertaining, but I'm sure you will have much more fun with us. After all, we are much more alike.

- Ha - escaped her mouth, and everybody could catch it as it was very loud. - I'm not here playing with food. I'm here because I'm interested. And for your information, you and I are nothing alike. You are just a bunch of puny asscrawlers, while you see, I'm not. So why won't you look for other asscrawlers just like you, so you can all together crawl up somebody's asshole, and enjoy yourselves there?

The boy was speechless. He just looked at her with an open mouth, unable to find any words to respond.

- Now - she clapped her hands - off you go.

Despite her word, he didn't move and remained in his place completely shocked. His friends were also surprised. The confidence on the other boys' faces vanished. The girls stopped giggling. One of them reacted, stepped forward, and grabbing Duncan's shoulder, pulled him back. The whole group then left, making all the bystanders around laugh mercilessly.

- Where were we? - asked the dark-haired girl, as she resumed her walk around Trevor. - Oh yes... Group A. Well... I already know your name, but you don't know mine...

She stopped right in front of him and extended a hand with confidence.

- Lena Karcrow.

He shook her hand.

- I've... I've heard that last name already...

She rolled her eyes.

- I'm sure you did. After all the Karcrow family is one of The Families that rule this city. Do you even know about that in the fourth?

- Yes... I think...

- You think? That's interesting - she glanced around. - How about we talk some more, but in a different place? There are too many annoying people around, and they clearly can't stop glaring at us.

She then grabbed him by the hand, and pulled out of the park, dropping just a short:

- Come, follow me.