[color=6ecff6][b][center][h3]Carlos[/h3][/center][/b][/color]

A lot of people Carlos knew hated school. They hated the work, they hated the environment, and they would rather be at home chilling out any day of the week. For Carlos, however, school represented the perfect escape from home life. At least at school he didn't have two different sets of relatives nattering on about cultural issues that were only relevant several centuries ago. With this school it was even better, because it was so far from society that all the nettlesome aunts, uncles and grandparents would have to travel so much further to get in his ear. Today was truly the day that he could forget about other people's expectations and demands and think about what he wanted out of the place, and boy howdy did have a whole list of things he wanted out of this institution. He was going to come out the other side of this place one damn good mage or die trying.

Arriving at Marchand, Carlos was mildly pleased by the grandeur of the building, though he knew that more important than anything was the quality of its teachers. If they were a pack of corrupt morons, then Carlos wouldn't have a lot of use for this place. Thankfully, the fact that it looked somewhat impressive suggested that it wasn't some rundown sorry excuse for an educational institution, even if it didn't guarantee it. The counter lady seemed disinterested in her job, but he guessed that everyone got a little sick of their routines at some point. As long as the instructors still had passion in them, he would be fine. Once he entered the common room like the rest, Carlos began to wonder if somebody at this place had too much passion. It seemed like a weird avant-garde experiment in design. The plaque gave Carlos an idea as to why it was like this. If he knew obnoxious "important" families, and he certainly did, they probably all insisted on leaving their mark on this room. It was probably all a great big peeing contest to see who could leave the biggest impact on it, resulting in the mess they saw before them.

Not wanting to waste time and energy puzzling over the decor any longer, Carlos plonked himself down in the common room and started eating. With luck, perhaps whatever initiation this place had planned for them would start soon, and then they could move on to the lessons. Preferably lessons about how to make a mark on this world rather than some technical lecture.