Well class begins eight tomorrow morning better take a look in my pamphlet and see what courses that's available.
-"Trance magic hmm... how interesting earth magic..."

Suddenly a silhouette moving fast in to the woods caught in the corner of Bob's eye, interrupting his reading. Hastily packing down the pamphlet in his bag whilst moving cautiously after it. Bob quickly realize that stalking around in the woods with his bags wasn't the best of ideas. Walking deeper into the forest he accidentally happens to hit a tree with one of his bags and some of his clothes falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be too bothered by it, putting his other bag down and starts repacking.
Bob hears the sound of something behind him, crawling down from the tree. Slowly turning around, looking up the tree, there it is. Bob's whole body just stops. Gazing the hazel brown fur, the ghost white patch on it's stomach and the small pitch black eyes. Bob opens his bag as slowly as possible and manage to grab his sketch book and pen. He uses his bag as a chair and quickly tries to catch the marvelous squirrel on to paper before it run away again.

The time flies when Bob enjoys the beauty that the forest have to offer. When the sunlight starts to fold he realize that hes been out in the woods for far too long and starts to pack his things. Bob takes his time and admire the change of setting the sun makes before it settles while he head back to the school.