As Hades reclined in his rather uncomfortable metal chair, he couldn't help but release a perturbed sigh. The opening ceremonies were the same every year: shake a couple of hands here, give out a few phone number there, lots of hugging and kissing and tears, yada-yada. The point was, it got real old real quick, especially when someone had been here as long as he had. His eyes drifted slowly from the principle, who was standing and delivering the usual 'you're a big kid now in a big kid school so act right' speech, to the multifarious crowd of conjoined students before him. They were all different, all unique, but in the end they were somehow still all the same to him; they'd better pray they didn't end up in any of his classes, oh boy, wouldn't that be a tragedy? 

The ceremony was just about to pull to a close and the teachers began to rise, joining the president at the front of the stage to be publicly introduced. When it came Hades turn, he slicked back his flaming hair and gave something of a sardonic snarl, glaring at the crowd of wonder-eyed and amazed youths. [i]"And so with that the opening ceremonies are completed, you're dismissed until curfew, at which time you must return to your dorms."[/i] No sooner had the principle finished speaking than Hades had conjured a rather robust and succulent cigar. Igniting a flame against the tip of his finger, the lighting of the tobacco was effected rather quickly and the god emitted a couple good-sized puffs, mentally congratulating himself on a new year in this personal tartarus they called Magic Kingdom High School.