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Arcadius yawned and stretched as he got up, glancing over it seemed his roommate had woken up before him. No matter, slipping his robe over his tunic as he stood he went to the bathroom and set to work brushing his teeth and such. His whole body ached from his exam that could have been easily classified as a form of torture. Grimacing he took his staff and walked to the kitchen like an old man with arthritis. "Morning." He greeted, walking over the fridge and opening it. Surprisingly enough it had pretty much any food one could want for breakfast. Grabbing a few eggs and removing a few slices of bacon from a package he set to work cooking, he wasn't that good of a cook but lucky for him eggs and bacon weren't that hard...as well as being about the only thing he could cook without burning it miserably.

After he was finished cooking he put it all on a plate and sat down across from Charles with a glass of orange juice. "At-least Arcane Arts isn't a very strenous class.." He mumbled, mostly to himself. "What about you, what class do you have first?" He asked Charles.