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As the day slowly inched onward and the afternoon had slowly made it's way into the Library's atmosphere, some students began to notice that they were being watched by smooth black birds that found their way to each and every one of them. Those hidden behind closed doors found them cryptically opening to reveal these small birds hopping in before the doors closed again even in the most private of quarters. Upon further inspection, it would be noticed that these were Ravens made out of folded parchment. Their behaviors were just as the real thing, twitching their heads sharply side to side to get a good look at their subjects, even making light coos that simulated the real thing. After more than a few moments of observation between them and their subjects, they suddenly started to flap their wings eccentrically and let out an enormously loud [color=7ea7d8]"CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW."[/color] This noise was incredibly sharp, and split even the most intense conversations into silence. They all then hopped in place for a moment before opening their beaks in the student's general direction.

[color=f26522]"Attention all students. To celebrate the arrival of the new year, our Master Chef Piero has begun to prepare a magnificent feast in your honor. Some of you may have already begun to notice the smells drifting into the Library, and are likely very hungry by now.
 Please, report to the eating hall at your earliest convenience to partake in the feast, you may eat your fill and beverages will be ordered as desired. Tomorrow the first years will be assigned their masters that will be required to report on their progress as the year goes on, so eat your fill, have your fun. Tomorrow starts your true lessons in the arcane. Ta-ta for now."[/color] The Raven then closed their mouths, and after a few moments of slight cooing burst into small strips of scrap paper. Those in the Library soon found themselves being assaulted by tiny paws with squeaks from otters that noticed the trash on the floors and tables while those in private quarters had nobody to take the scraps out of their rooms. The Feast was a common tradition in the history of the Arcanium, marking the end of the first day of attendance as it went on all night until they had their fill. It filled the hearts with those who anticipated it with joy and merriment, and those with empty stomachs with anticipation.

Soon, the day would turn to night and with it, a new dawn would rise. Marking the beginning of an adventure to come.

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