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  The phoenix woke up with a smile, which dropped slightly as reality slowly set in.  Iravis dreamt the previous night of a time when she was being praised as a deity.  She couldn't exactly tell what year it was, but she guessed the memory was either in Greece or Alexandrian Egypt.

  While the Academy certainly had treated the red haired creature nicely for the last three years, it wasn't the same as laying on a couch in the Pantheon with servants feeding you grapes, attending to one's every need and desire.  The five room suite she lived in currently had many of its cooking and cleaning services provided for her.  The phoenix didn't realize it, but these accommodations were a luxury to most of the students at the academy.

  Today, she was going to be moved out of her suite to the dorms.  Iravis didn't have many personal possessions, but her passion for history and religion led to a constant stack of books on her bedside table from the library.

  For the most part, the red haired girl hadn't interacted much with the campus.  Most of her days were spent looking around the campus from high towers, reading books, and sleeping.

  Some days teachers or upper level students would come by and speak with her, seeking to learn about fire magic or hopping to meet the legendary beast.  While flattered, for the most part the phoenix sent the students home disappointed.  While Iravis certainly was talented in handling flames, it wasn't the mastery that some professors like Wick had learned throughout their lifetimes of constant practice, studying, and training.  And while her memories were certainly entertaining stories, Iravis couldn't even answer if she was the only Phoenix in existence.  Like most others on the subject, the Phoenix learned most of her information on her past lives from posthumous biographies about herself.

  Even after seventeen years, she couldn't piece together her history from the hour long memories she experienced every night.  But they influenced her in subtle ways.

  But for now, she was supposed to be looking for a master.  A professor had stated it might provide her with better control of her abilities, and also implied that she wasn't supposed to remain here forever without one.  Seeing her initial reaction, the professor tried to convince her to keep an open mind on the subject.

  It could be viewed as a master familiar relationship, but Iravis preferred to think of it as a Goddess Champion one.  The girl grinned, eager to acquire a few worshipers among the population.

[color=salmon][center][b]Three Hours Later[/b][/center][/color]

  Despite being a goddess, Iravis knew it was wise to follow Director A's orders.  Her animal instincts screamed that this man was simply dangerous, perhaps more so than his reputation.  The phoenix forced herself to repress a blush at Director's A comment about the paired couple, but after checking her room assignment and the school map, she headed over to the female dorm immediately and entered the suite before her housemates.

  Except, it wasn't a suite.  It was a small room with a queen sized bed pressed against the left and back walls, and a bedside table occupying the remaining width between the right side of the bed and the right wall.  The front of the room was practically taken up by a large desk attached to the wall with a bookcase hanging above it.  Three wheeled chairs were currently pushed beneath the thing.

  After a moment of panic, the crimson headed girl checked the only other door in the room, which led to a small bathroom with a shower/tub combo and a sink.

  [color=salmon][i]I guess I can live here ... Wait.  There wasn't even a key to the door.[/i][/color]  Her eyes slowly drifted to the three chairs, then back to the her assignment.  The phoenixes' face paled.  [color=salmon][i]They are living with me!?[/i][/color]

  Suddenly, the girl thought she knew what the rumors were talking about when Director A said he liked to mess with his students' lives.  Unfortunately, she was only learned the beginning of it.

  The goddess quickly jumped on the bed, burying her face in the sheets.