As a kid Leon never put much thought into what he was going to do once he turned the age of maturity. He remembers with a small sniffle, that the days seemed to go by in an endless river of nothing. He never cared for dates and numbers despite what his teachers taught him and what the scholars say. To him it's just a bunch of foreign letters that he'll never really understand, so he pretends to care just to please his instructors and doesn't question it. He's not stupid-his studies will justify that for you- but he's not super smart. He's on par with everyone else in his age level, but that can change when you're working with a machine that a billion times smarter than you'll ever be. To say he's average is an understatement nothing about him stands out when you really get to know him. He rolls his eyes as he thinks of his mother and Aileen and how they put him on this weird toadstool. He shrugs as he remember that all mothers and their partners think like that. His age never meant a lot to him. He knows how old he is of course, but the thing is he doesn't really care. All he knows is that today on August of 3017 is that he's getting a partner. A Draco or Anguem once you reach the age of intellectual maturity. He doesn't care which one his tests say-if he does take a test the rumors are always different each year- he just wants to get this over with. It's not like he dreads this day, more like he's imagined it enough in his mind that he's tired of thinking about it. He just wants to get his partner and leave so he can advance in his grade level and start his career as....it depends on what type he's getting. There are more than those two of course, but he's too tired to think right now. He glances at his clock and groans. 3:20 A.M. The schedule told him to be on the train by 3:13 and he just wants to go to bed. He's heard enough stories about how his bond with his partner will change his life or how he'll be different. A certain sadness creeps into his chest as he remembers his sister, leaving for her career as a trainer for newly formed bonds. The train rumbles against his bum sending vibrations running through his body as the city passes by him in a blur. It's hard to make out the shapes as the colors whirl by in a collision of patterns and lights so he doesn't try to look out the window. It only causes him to be nauseated. He Reuters back to his book, "World War 3' by Victor Smith and scans the pages without really reading it. He can feel the bubbles of excitement in his chest and the heaviness of the situation. He doesn't like going into things blind, like taking tests or pop quizzes, so taking a test that decides his partner for the remainder of his life is a little...stressing to say the least. He flips the page before closing it with a a sigh. "I'll just go with all C's"