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The Goddess watched Livia give off the yearly opening speech, rolling her eyes in response to Meredith's interruption. Iravis felt at times that a bottle of her tears were more effective than a month's attempt at healing from that woman.

The magic captivated some of the others, but the red headed seventeen year old snatched the assignments in a single swift motion, observing the names listed ...

[i]Lyssa Toungetwister[/i]
The Goddess guessed that wasn't the girl's real last name, but there wasn't too much noticeable about that.
[i]My Little Roux (Calls herself Iravis)[/i]
After kicking her out, apparently Livia still cared enough to make sure all the people Iravis would find herself living with would know her pet name. The teenager had to suppress the urge to cringe.
[i]Mugi Icewoman[/i]
So long as she wasn't a waterwoman as well, the fire bird felt that it wouldn't be too big of an issue.
[i]Katie the Teleporter[/i]
A mage who had mastered the art of teleportation? That was actually a useful skill.

After a heated discussion the previous week, the headmistress decided that she was done playing mom apparently and it was time for 'her little Roux' to 'spread her wings'. Which apparently involved kicking her out of the comfortable two story house she'd been living in for the past three years and instead forcing her to pointlessly learn about magic and live with some roommates.

The Goddess was confident she could rise to the challenge, even if it was just out of spite. After looking at the slip of paper another time to confirm the location, she headed off.

What she had in mind were separate rooms, and maybe a shared living room. Probably a kitchen. She had no idea what was going to be there, or the creature that was lurking beneath the sheets.

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The heir looked around as the people on stage spoke, raising a curious eyebrow at their interactions.

The nobleman immediately began to wonder exactly why his father had decided to send him here. Perhaps there was a method to their madness, and their intent was to do some practical training for the strangeness that was real life and the magical world?

Looking into his jacket pocket he observed the figurine he had received from his parents, and couldn't help but swear it had gotten slightly larger. The aristocrat kept the small figurine in his pocket because his parents had suggested it would assist in his combat potential, and although he had doubts about that claim he disobey orders from his noble father.

The Grimore chained to the young teenager's back hadn't been stolen or anything during the speech, so he hadn't quite disappointed his family yet.

He looked at the location on his sheet, and headed off to where the library was, curious about why they were being located there.