Today is another day.
Rubbing the tiredness from his eyes he slowly roused from his slumber. What time is it? He pondered as he looked over to the clock just by the head of his bed on the nightstand. The little electronic device showed a blinking 06:00 AM. Six AM? That's funny. Beat the alarm by at least half an hour. Guess I'll just turn that off and get a move on.
After going through his morning routine and getting changed out of his pajamas into some real clothes he pulled out a duffel bag and sat it on top of his bed. Inside was not the usual supplies one might expect to find inside a student's luggage but rather an assortment of dangerous looking tools. The largest of course was the menacing chainsaw, a motor with teeth in essence. Though well kept he never really found a use for it. He's always been looking for an excuse to pull this dangerous contraption out but no valid excuse has presented itself to him yet.
He shuffled through the miscellaneous items, looking for a few things in case he wanted to practice on the go. Hm. Pliers, no... Pizza cutter? Haha, no. Lemme see... Many of these items were mostly kept out of nostalgia, keepsakes of good times. He was looking for a subtle yet charmingly vicious choice, something which could be easily concealed yet inspire terror at a glance. Not that he planned on using any of these on others of course, he just couldn't help himself. Nobody ever said fashion was perfectly utilitarian.
"Aha."
He found it. An old fashioned barber shop razor, it's mirror clear side showing a fine reflection of himself. He recalled with fondness the day he picked this one up. It was quite the hilarious prank to be sure though he had to spend the rest of the day with a half done hair cut. Tucking the razor in one of the many pockets in his pants he closed up the bag and stuffed it back in the closet. He still had plenty of time since he was an early riser so he started on his way to the academy library to kill some time before classes actually started.
Upon his arrival he bid the librarian a friendly hello before preceding on his way down the isles. He had noted a map everyone had seen of the school grounds. It was shown to them all where the forbidden zones were so no-one would mistakenly wander into any of those areas. He had always been curious as to why those areas were forbidden. Is it because they are dangerous or perhaps they don't want us to know what they know? He pondered, passing rows of books by as he idled about. Seeing as his time was rather limited he'd save major excursions into the juicier contents of this academy for another time. Perhaps a little research on this place's background to pass the time? His hand settled on a book of those particular contents just as the whim hit him. It was hard to tell whether he had the thought first or if he just saw the book and got inspired. Nonetheless he brought the book over to a table with some chairs and sat down, setting the book down gently so as to not rouse the librarian or the other readers.
Weston was mindful of the time and soon enough the time to head to class drew near. In short order he placed the book back in it's proper space on the shelf and left the library to head on off to class. The academy was quite a grand place indeed. Nowhere else was known to him where he could learn the art of magic. That was a major part of what drew him there in the first place. Unfortunately not every class could be of a subject which interested him. Much like life one must go through a lot of clams to find a pearl. That day for the majority of his classes all he got were clams.
Some hours later
Though smiling and attentive on the outside he was dead bored with this class and just counting the seconds until it was over. As the clock struck the hour he wasted little to no time clearing from the room. It was a slow day to be sure but there was one class left and luckily it was to be exciting, or at least it sounded like it should. Combat class, the name alone evoked some anticipation. The main question he had on mind was if the class would be as advertised or if it was just going to be a lecture on the topic. He was fine with either but the concept of putting his talents to practice was inviting.
Of course he had to get there first. He was well on his way when he was approached by an acquaintance of his, one of many. "Hey pal! How's it goin'?" The tall more athletic looking fellow greeted him like he usually does. "Hey buddy! All's good with me. How about you?" Weston had a friendly smile, his posture open and relaxed. It was a perfect disguise for his real feelings towards this unwanted diversion.
"Me and a couple of the guys were planning on heading out and checking out the latest movie. Wanna come with?" His acquaintance extended his informal invitation. "Sounds great but sadly I got another class to go to. Tell you what, If I'm passing by afterwords I'll take you up on the offer!" Weston declined but turned the proposal around so his supposed friend wouldn't feel rejected. "Sorry to hear. It's gotta suck being stuck in classes all day huh?"
"Yeah, you got that right. Anyways I gotta be on my way or I'll be late. Later!" Weston excused himself to leave before this conversation dragged on too long. "Right. Later!"
And like that he was back on track, heading down the hallways until he came into the hall the room was in or so he was informed. Right, just got to find the right room number. Lets see...