[h3][center][color=gray]Iron Atwood[/color][/center][/h3]
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As Mede began his introduction of the Headmaster to the crowd of students Iron began putting his sketchbook away and by the time that the Headmaster had landed he had just finished wrapping his ear buds and stowing his phone in his pocket. With the distinct lack of jazz filtering out the world around him Iron became aware of the bittersweet violin melody playing throughout the school. Immediately he recognized the style if not the exact melody. 

[color=gray][i]“Wonderful,”[/i][/color] Iron thought to himself, [color=gray][i]“another year of Nialla’s depressing melodies echoing through the campus. Just another reason to never leave my earbuds in my room,”[/i][/color] The habits of the music mage had become common place during their last year and while some of the student body loved his music, Iron detested it. Just about every time he heard those violin melodies it brought back memories of his childhood, before his grandfather had taken him on as an apprentice. A time that, for Iron, was doggedly marked by loneliness and detachment. 

With the violin acting as the background music to the Headmaster’s speech Iron soon found himself filing on to the campus train where the speech continued. It was probably not the best venue for an opening speech as most of the first years spent more of the train ride trying to cope with the speed of the train than actually paying attention to what the Headmaster had to say.  And as for the returning students the speech didn’t offer much in way of new information. It was the same typical speech that Iron had been privy to the last couple years, mainly highlighting the limit of the campus grounds and the requirements for field trips and so on and so forth. It was actually the exact issue of trying to give an opening speech on such a train that was the cause of a first year now [i]asking[/i] Iron what the speech had been about.

 [color=gray]“It wasn’t really all that important,”[/color] Iron began while turning to face the raven-haired first year.  [color=gray]“The main bullet points: the forest is forbidden… unless you happen to be a Journeyman-level mage, don’t make pacts with the campus fae or spirits and breakfast is free daily, but only until 10 A.M.”[/color] Iron listed off the highlights to the annual speech while ticking them off on his fingers. [color=gray]“I would say you should pay better attention, first year, but the train was probably a bad venue choice for the entrance speech”[/color]

[color=gray]“I’m Iron Atwood by the way,”[/color] Iron added this last sentence as more of an afterthought along with an extended hand in way of introduction.

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[@Ebil Bunny]