A young boy stood in front of a large pair of wart iron gates. Emblazoned, in sparkling gold, atop the gates read the legend Tokyo area high school of magic for girls.

Gripped in the hand of the child’s hand was a crumpled letter.

The screams, giggles, and another prattling of girls floated over the high wall and settled on the boy’s ears.

Shouldering his backpack, with a deep breath, he strode through the multitude of girls coming to school.

Walking through the gates and to the reception, he got many stares, whispered comments,s and stifled laughs.

Once through the doors, he allowed himself to relax.

With he meekly walked to the desk excuse me he piped, the receptionist glanced around for a moment, then down with a slight gasp of surprise she asks can I help you, after a double-take at they condescending manner of the question, the boy handed the letter to the receptionist.

After a few moments of silence he sees you in a moment will you please take a seat informed the receptionist.

After a few minutes, a tall man walked through from a side door and shook the boy’s hand Tanner so nice to meet you at least proclaimed the tall man in a holy manner.

He wore a black suit, his hair was long and black and he had a goatee, and his nails were painted black with red pentagrams adored on top.

It’s a pleasure to meet you too headmaster after getting off an overly large, leather armchair, he strode beside the headmaster through the side door and into an office.

It was a cozy room with long drapes that covered the floor to ceiling along one side.

Two chairs sat in front of a well-scrubbed desk, which took up the most space in the room.

The headmaster squeezed behind the desk and sat down.

Now you got the letter explaining about the school’s wish for you join this magnificent establishment the boy nodded, but then explained I’m still in confusion about why me.

After a deep calculating look, the headmaster sighed I can see you’re an intelligent person so why dont you tell me, then I will clear things up.

Trying to fathom this last remark, the boy voiced the most logical thought that entered his head.

“Well, I have been skipped ahead year before and I am thought of as some kind of young protege within the magical community,”

With a pleased smile on his face the headmaster, lent back in his chair then let on it is true that you are a protege and someone with your abilities should cope well here, no matter your age.

As for this school well it is the best school of witchcraft in all the world, no other place has the kind of equipment that we have.

Quickly realizing that the headmaster had misunderstood him yes, I know that but it a girls school and am most defiantly a boy explained the boy, a chuckle escaped for the headmaster’s lips thats¦ been accounted for, now Ill show you to your class.