"Don't be silly" Nicholas muttered to himself, as a fireball burst towards him. In a swift motion he had created a barrier in front of him, which the fireball hit and dispersed against. Pulling a lighter from his front pocket, Nicholas began to grin slightly. "This is what a fire looks like!" He said, looking at a burly man coming towards him. He ignited the lighter and made the little flicker into a large, flaming duck, which he sent towards his opponent. "ACCEPTED" the loudspeaker said, and the man disappeared before being hit by the duck. "Darned, I wanted to see how that duck would work." He thought to himself, and exited the room.
Nicholas walked up to the reception desk, and asked for his papers while looking around. "So this is the famous Wyvern, huh?" he said to himself. "A school for magic users that still has a reception desk and paper forms. Now I've heard everything." he said and let out a short, clearly fake laughter.
Looking at the receptionist he asked whether or not there should be other arrivals soon. "If it means you'll continue to enlighten me about the norms of magical institutions like this, then no. No more arrivals, so be on your way." Was the answer he got. "So room 113, eh? I'll be on my way." Nicholas smirked teasingly at the receptionist.