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In a literal flash, Makoto found himself standing before what seemed like a very underwhelming welcoming committee. One moment he was standing in the quiet street outside his home and the next-- [i]this[/i]. He blinked several times as his eyes recovered from the white light of Ms. Tohru's portal. Looking past the two woman before him, Makoto's gaze fell on the vine covered school. Also underwhelming. This was supposed to be a magic school, wasn't it? Couldn't they have magically made the school look a bit... nicer? 

[color=876C61][i]Old.[/i][/color] That was his first impression of the building. He casually waved at the only two staff in sight-- one of which he was sure had to be Ms. Tohru. Trying to guess which of the pair she might be, his impeccable optimism kept right along. What sort of deranged headmaster sends out simple school invitations with such little explanation? He knew next to nothing about this town or this school. There had been no phone number. No website. No pamphlet. A school he'd agreed to go to and he didn't even know its [i]name.[/i]

What was he even doing here? He should be back home. Focusing on his hum-drum little life where nothing happened. Where nothing was new or weird or mysterious. But even as he stood there alone-- the first to arrive and hopefully not the last-- he felt a twinge of excitement deep within the confines of his soul. Something that had nothing to do with appeasing the wishes of his senile mother who'd thought this was such a good idea. Bar the request of his credit card number, that letter seemed like an obvious scam. 

No, the excitement was his. As was this perturbing desire to [i]know.[/i] Aside from his shapeshifting, there was nothing remarkable about Watanabe Makoto. Working was all he'd ever been good at and even then-- he'd been written up several times for sleeping on the job after taking up that late night study course. But surely he'd been sent this letter for a reason? He was here for a reason? 

He sighed and adjusted his bag on his shoulder. Probably not. Any minute now they'd likely check their records and inform him this was all some big mistake. That or they'd start requesting credit card numbers and say they'd all won a cruise. 

If he hurried, he could probably get his old jobs back when he got home....