[center][h2]Marco Dondadello[/h2][/center]
Marco watched the students enter the room one-by-one, wondering what sort of prediction they received. Curiously, he didn't really care about what kind of prediction he got - whatever it would be, he didn't intend on letting it dominate his life without his permission. Screw destiny and yadda yadda and all that inspiration crap; that was pretty much his thought on the matter. Well, if the prediction coincided with his desires, then he supposed it was more of an eventuality than a prediction.

Soon enough, it was his turn. He had to duck his head a bit to avoid hitting the top of the door. Once inside, he paused and stared hungrily at the Crow staring back at him from inside a crystal ball. Par the course, his first words to it were, [color=green]"Can I eat you?"[/color] followed by the teacher next to it taking a step back and the crow attempting to do the same. Chuckling, he stretched out his hand, and the Crow flinched, before realizing Marco was just proceeding as normal. Sighing in relief, the glass ball began glowing.

[b]"Transfer Number #55: Marco Dondadello. No health issues but fucking keep him away from me!"[/b] the Crow squeaked a little by the end, dropping its cigar. Clearing it's throat, it continued somewhat shakily. [b]"Future Occupation: World Devourer. You disgust me."[/b] It added at the end, with additional snark.

[color=green]"Hey, what was that last bit for?!"[/color]

[b]"I just wanted to say it!"[/b]

[color=green]"What the hell bird?!"[/color]

[b]"Shut up! NEXT!"[/b]

Promptly stepping out of the room to make way for the next student, Marco grumbled. What the hell; he knew that his magic wasn't really the most well-received of magics, but come on! It's the first day of school, cut him some slack!