Finally, something official started happening. But whatever it was, it didn't seem like something pleasant. A plume of smoke erupted from the building and blotted out the sun. Then, the smoke began to break apart, and transformed into doves, hurtling towards Enver and the rest. Enver should have been frightened, but all he could think of at first was why this was so bafflingly convoluted? Who needed to make a magic spell that created smoke that blotted out the sun that then turned into a horde of attack doves? Having always been a quick thinker and a quick mover, Enver moved to evade the onslaught of demonic smoke doves, but was caught nonetheless. The smoke entered his body and left him immobilized. It was soon revealed by the appearance of their headmaster via wacky magic image that this was all part of gathering information on them. Enver couldn't help but feel like his privacy was being invaded something fierce. Eventually, the spell was released, and Enver coughed up the gunk from his system. He still felt dirty.

Next they were introduced to the man called Varus who was apparently going to show them the ropes. Yet, he also claimed he was going to toss them out if they didn't measure up to his standards. Enver was under the impression he came here to learn how to be impressive, not to demonstrate himself to already be impressive. He had to wonder if his pissant flames were going to be enough for Mr. Douchebag here. If he was going to get thrown out of this place before he even got to learn something, then this whole trip was going to be a complete waste of time. Enver just rolled his eyes and followed along with the rest of the crowd. He had a feeling he wasn't going to have much fun right now.