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They had him at 'Welcome Party'. For all of his distaste having to go to a second rate - no, third rate - magic school, it didn't seem all that bad. He hadn't spent all that much time looking around, to be fair. He'd just glanced over the sheet, promptly ignored the entire thing except for where it had said party, read the relevant sections and shoved it into his pocket where it could either fall out or at least never be seen again. They'd had something similar at the Institute, a great party within the first week, a grand one with no expense spared, and he'd made a right fool of himself. Someone had mentioned offhandedly how funny it would have been if someone spiked the drinks and well, [i]he[/i] hadn't done it, but someone else had and the memories stopped right about there. 

So this was a new school. A new start. New people. No more getting in trouble. It wasn't like it was his fault, he had to practice somehow and that was just how curses worked. Honestly. whoever was in charge of discipline at the Institute needed to sort themselves out.

Soon, August arrived, and glanced around quickly. The party itself was... quaint. A few people had gotten in before him, but not that many. A few seemed familiar, but it was in that uncanny way that they probably just looked similar to people he'd met at some point. One looked kind of looked like Reagan Breckenridge from the Institute if Reagan Breckenridge from the Institute was a demon. He wondered what had happened to the guy. August hadn't really kept up with anything to do with the institute once he was gone. It made him sad to think about.

Like any other person with their priorities would, he immediately made his way over to the snack table with the bewildered professor standing behind it. August gave him a small smile in greeting, but it didn't seem like he noticed.

[color=6ecff6]"...symmetrical, but..."[/color]

Presentation was always important. That made sense. To help, August picked up the snacks on the opposite sides to the ones that students had already taken to keep it even. If he'd accidentally knocked a few others out of place in the process, then who could blame him? Satisfied with his haul, August stepped back from the table. Everyone else seemed to have congregated in a group, so he resolved to just wait for someone else to come along and ambush them into conversation. He popped a cookie into his mouth, looking around with a vacant expression, until he started choking violently.

That black haired girl, now he could see her face better, bore a striking resemblance to the one responsible for the science wing fire. [color=FFE07B][i]Cousins,[/i][/color] he thought to himself. [color=FFE07B][i]They must be cousins.[/i][/color] They had to be.