Stella's bright eyes darted around, absorbing every detail of the scenery outside the window of the train. She was so absorbed in what she saw, she had stopped listening to the magical talking letter, much to his annoyance.

"Miss Carlevaro, please listen!" the letter said, exasperatedly.

"Sorry! I'm just so excited! When I was with the circus, we never went by train, since we had our wagons. So, this is the first time I've ever been on a train before!" She gave him an awkward smile.

"Well, please try to listen."

"I really am sorry, Mr. Letter! I'll try to listen now."

"Since you didn't take the time to read me, I must tell you that you are only a provisional student."

"Aw, really?" Her whole body drooped like a wilted flower.

"Yes, really. You'll be there for thirteen days, where you'll be graded on attendance, classwork, homework, and the like. On the last day, your compatibility with the school will be determined by the Scale of Judgement. Any questions?"

"No, Mr. Letter!" she chirped, before turning her attention back to the outside scenery.

The letter simply sighed and watched the girl's eyes and smile widen with wonder. He jumped when she squealed at the trains whistle. Clutching her bags, she jumped up and stepped off the train, oblivious to the obvious stares of other people at the station. The letter sighed once again and followed her.

The blue-haired rested his head on his hand, staring absentmindedly out the window. He didn't bother paying attention to the lesson; if he had any trouble, he could ask Elias for his notes.

His mind wandered, and before he knew it the bell for the end of the class had just rung. He was snapped back to reality Elias.

"Hey, Yukiya, I'm going to head down to the library. I'll see you in the dorms," the blond stated, offering a polite nod.

Yukiya nodded in acknowledgement and Elias turned and left. Only after most of the class left, did he himself leave. He went straight to his favorite spot of solitude. The wolf settled himself next to him, and the pair watched the ripples of the lake in solemn silence.