Irvine navigated the back alleys of the town he most frequented as he looked down to the invitation letter.  How their messenger had been able to locate him despite his constant movement made him question the integrity of the locals in his head.  Though it would do him no benefit to seek payback upon them, how did he even get invited to this place anyhow?  The 'Ordinary Mythical Academy' the letter appeared official enough so it was definitely worth checking out, they clearly at least had some knowledge of his lack of social skills, the messenger had merely handed him the envelop and then left without explanation.  Irvine pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he adjusted the battered bag strap for the rucksack bearing what few possessions he owned.  A field was the designated meeting spot for those who couldn't fly... a field, an open space with little to no objects that would cast any shadows apart from those stood in it.  Just the idea of being out in the open was discomforting enough, Irvine tried not to think of how many people might be there, or if there'd be anyone similar to himself.

With walking being his only method of getting there Irvine have been travelling for some time before the destination was in sight.  According to the letter the headmaster would be meeting the students that had gathered there to take them to the academy.  The location of the Academy itself was clearly nowhere reachable on foot, especially with the ability of flight being a prerequisite of getting their alone.  Perhaps however there was other means than flight?  Well even if there was Irvine probably didn't have the means of reaching it.  It would appear that some students had already gathered there, Irvine glanced ahead his eyes fixing on each person for a few seconds before glancing to the next.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, as Irvine turned to walk away he saw himself standing in front of him, well his shadow actually.  The silhouette shook its head at Irvine before giving him a gentle nudge. [color=39b54a]"Fine..."[/color] he mumbled before turning to face the people already at the field. [color=39b54a]"Lets go then."[/color]  Irvine's shadow then, encroached onto the boy as it hugged into him, slowly wrapping itself around him and creating a shrouded hood of darkness.  With a small smile on his face he continued his walk to the centre where others already gathered.