[color=0072bc][h3]Lester Astrante[/h3][/color]

Lester had arrived criminally early to the school, and now he was impatiently waiting for the staff to start the opening ceremony. 

He tapped his foot incessantly against the floor as he looked at his clock with an irritated look in his face. 

Scratching his twitching, left eyebrow, the man spoke up, [color=0072bc][b]"Do they not have any sense of responsibility? Who is the idiot who is in charge of all this? I wish to speak to his manager."[/b][/color] Of course, his.... jokes were without an audience. Good thing since they were bad. 

Socializing was not at all his thing, and he'd very much rather speak with someone who was as smart as him. Finding someone like that would most certainly not be easy, however, and he'd rather much be the one approached than the one approaching them. 

And so, he reached for the card holder on his tight, took the cards out of it and started shuffling them in his hands. This time, there were no annoying brats asking him if he was a magician. He was, but not the kind they wanted. At least, not full time. 

He tried not to let is show.... but he was nervous. Even more so with what her mother had said in the morning as he was getting ready to leave. 

As he brushed his hair in front of the mirror this morning, his mother commented on how much he reminded her of his father. Not really the kinda thing you want to hear the very same day you're going into a military school, honestly. At least, one with ties to the military.