Auguste mingled his way through the courtyard. Smiling warmly at new faces and winking or high-fiving returnees. As per tradition, he had prepared pastries : donuts, cream puffs, cinnamon buns, pie-pockets... A student named it, he had it! Contrary to popular speculation, he had NOT used any automancy on kitchen tools; his wares were a labor of love and so contained copious amounts of sweat and insomnia. He did however allow himself use of his self-replenishing box of goodies. Close the lid, tap it once, and it filled itself up from the linked cooler in the Aledine kitchens. His general view on magic was to use as little as possible, but for freshness and sanitary reasons, this was ok. « I see a lot of new faces that don't have sweets stuffed in them... and it makes me sad! », he shouted. First days were always so amusing to him. The new apprentices usually thought him to be a clown, which Oggie took some pride in. The fact remained that there was no better moment to make a good impression on the students. They all underestimated how difficult the academy could be on them; the freshmen thought it was going to be fun and games whereas returnees thought they knew what to expect. But Auguste remembered his own student days. Every year was more challenging than the last. Success, failure, fights, highs, lows... It was such a roller coaster ride. He was thankful to have the opportunity to be there for the « minions », as he liked to call the students.

As he made his way through the crowd he caught a glimpse of Adam, an overambitious student he had been tutoring since day 1. What a remarkable student. The boy had drive Auguste had rarely seen before and was capable even at a young age of quite the feats. The guidance counselor always kept hope he could sway him away from the stress of success... Perhaps this year? « Oy! Adam! », he yelled, hurling a chocolate eclair in the boy's direction. Oops. The student vanished and the pastry smacked another in the face. « Uh oh... » Auguste pivoted and spotted Mr Petrie, a mundane who taught Math. « Take this and pass them out! If it's empty you close it, tap it and VOILÀ! I mean, until there's none left. Well, you'll see. It's enchanted, so don't worry, it's not about you, it's about the box! » He felt so bad for the student he was rambling. After thrusting the box into the poor math teacher's hands he darted off to the eclaired student.