At the entrance to the academy, a lone boy with bright white hair would stand, hoping to be acknowledged and guided through the unfamiliar territory.
"Rosa... You sure this is the place?"
To the right of his shoulder, a figure covered in some wrap would emerge.
"Positive. This place reeks of magic aura... Either that or it's an insane asylum." The spirit chuckled.
"Not funny." Spoke Quill, the name of the boy. 
Quill would gently knock against the doors, and wait for an escortee.