Bobby slowly opened his eyes as his body went through its morning boot-up process. For a moment he didn't know where he was, but that was all right. He never really did. He sat up in his small bed and looked around the room, the memory of yesterday seeping into his mind. 

Magic School, it reminded him. He reached over onto the little side table and picked up the key he'd gotten after the initial tour and looking at it. That thing had done exactly what the professor something-or-other had said it would do. It brought him here. To this room. He'd really tested it last night, going on a long walk about while waiting for that one guy to quit yelling. A real wander like when he was a little kid. This key though? It brought him right back to this room. If he had this he would never be lost. If everyone had this no one would ever be lost.

Magic had lead him back here. 

Magic had lead him to a good school like his parent dreamed for him.

Magic. Convenient. 

He got up and tucked the key into his pocket before the new thing in the room caught his attention. He looked down the list of options on the table, one in particular catching his eye. Myth. Power of imagination and all that. Power of the mind. A class about remembering things? How much better would it be, he thought, if he could better remember things. If this class going to force that he may as well take it.

School was about getting better at things, wasn't it?

He checked the box and suddenly, where there had been a desk and everything, there wasn't anymore. He looked down at his hand as the tumbled in the doors lock, disappointed. "I don't get to keep the pen?" he asked aloud. Then he shrugged and stepped outside.