[color=8dc73f][center][h1]Loke Blackhardt[/h1][/center][/color]

Loke was scrawling furiously into his pocket book as he made his way with the crowd. Everyone he had taken notes on in the previous year has changed in one way or another, and Loke had to update his now inaccurate data as quickly as possible. He had been so enthralled with his note taking that he wouldn’t have even noticed the group entering the Sun Room if it wasn’t for the sudden change of color. He paused for just a moment as he took in the ambiance of the ceremonial room. It was truly an amazing room, in both architecture and importance. Loke had visited this room only twice before and every time it was as if time stood still in this place.  A another few moments of appreciation, and then Loke returned to his notes.

A few minutes later, Loke was just finishing up the last few details on the student next to him when the headmaster began his opening lecture. Closing his book, Loke looked up and watched the  bear of a man speak to the entirety of the class. He made sure to pay close attention to the Headmaster as he opened with the story of the Magi.  Loke had been intrigued by the legend for a while now, and he has since bought plenty of books detailing the story in a multitude of ways. Everything he has read only scratched what seemed like the surface of what was really there, and he wasn’t satisfied. The Headmaster then moved onto the details of the Sacramentum. Loke couldn’t help but smile as Magnus introduced the two magisters. This is one of the days that he has been anxiously waiting for for years. With this ceremony, so many options will open up to him, and it made him absolutely giddy. He will finally be one step closer to becoming what he wants to be. When the Headmaster began calling out the pairings, Loke promptly reopened his book and began writing down each pairing as they were called out. 

[h2]“Ruby Doer and Loke Blackhardt”[/h2]

Loke looked up from his book as his name was called. A sudden ball of excitement and anxiousness formed in the bottom of his gut. He closed his book, shoved it into his back pocket, and made his way up to the podium. Once he had finally reached the podium he slipped off the two duffle bags worth of luggage he had on his shoulders and ascended to the top. Once there he respectfully greeted the two magisters, and turned to wait for his partner. [color=8dc73f]“Ruby Doer,”[/color] he whispered to himself, [color=8dc73f]“She’s in my notes. If I remember correctly. She’s roughly the same height as me at 5’7”, Red Hair, and her most recognizable known associate is Korrigan a.k.a Korrey...Yeah sounds about right.”[/color] He was hoping that reciting everything he knows about his soon to be partner would ease his nerves, but alas it had the opposite effect. [color=8dc73f]“...Yeah. Great. That didn’t work. I just sound like a madman rambling random facts to himself now.” [/color]He let out a long sigh and silently waited from that moment on.

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