> > Arc 1 < <> > Episode 1: First Impressions < < Day Monday Weather Sunny, 93 degrees "Money, check. Backpack, secure. Uniform?" Enzo looked over his shoulder toward the mirror. His mental checklist was nearly complete. "Perfect." He smiled after he had checked himself. The bus would come down Enzo's block soon, so he had to be ready. He rushed down the stairs, making sure that he didn't leave anything behind on his first day. At the foot of the doorway was Kenji, his fox familiar who he had been paired with for a few years. "You know, only women take that long to prepare." The familiar taunted as he hopped up onto Enzo's right shoulder. "I wouldn't expect you to know, Kenji. You don't wear clothes." The fox only hummed in amusement. Enzo, along with Kenji, made his way outside and to the street. Today was the day Sorcerers would open their doors and allow a new branch of students into their famous magic school. The boy stood there for what felt like 10 minutes, but it wasn't long before the bus was seen coming around a corner and down his street. It stopped in front of him, and opened the doors, allowing Enzo inside. Once he was in, he could sense the magical potential of all the students in the bus. "Whoa, Kenji, can you feel that? It's awesome." Kenji was holding his nose and sported a winced face. "It reeks, whatever it is." Enzo found an empty row of seats and sat down. The bus continued on it's route, picking students up until it reached Sorcerers. The students on board knew when they were close. You could literally feel the pressure of differing magic, mixing around with one another, both student and teacher presences. Enzo stared out of the window in amazement at seeing the campus so full of life. Some students were doing amazing things, such as practicing safe magic, others were interacting with each other in different ways. The G-forces Enzo suddenly felt meant that the ride was over, and that it was time to get out. Enzo stood up, his familiar still on his shoulder. Just in front of the main school building, was a middle-aged man, balding, with his hands cuffed into one other behind his back, to be formal. There was a large group of new students in front of him, looking just as amazed as Enzo was. Like everyone else, Enzo got off the bus and walked up to the crowd, preferably staying in the back, where he could actually breathe. From what Enzo could gather, the middle-aged man was a staff member of some sort, but because of his age, he could be a principle. Either way, he was waiting for all of the students to gather before speaking.