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Viktor, a little intimidated by the sheer number of girls outside the Night Class dorms, walked over and stopped a few steps away from where three girls were talking to each other. They seemed to be the ones running the show, according the badges on thier uniforms, anyway. One of them had scars; Viktor looked at her curiously for a moment. Ach, zomezhing terrible happened to zat one for zhure. He looked at the other two. One had white hair and the other looked quite ordinary, although short. Ze short one looks friendly. Perhaps I should ask her where ze headmaster is?

"Eek~! Look at that guy, he's so cute!""Is he part of the Night Class?""Where'd he come from???""KYA~!"

Viktor froze, looking over at the lined-up girls. He could obviously tell that they were thinking of bombarding him. He'd seen that kind of look on thier faces before, girls with stars in thier eyes and a look of predatorialness, as if by seeing him they had found a new prey. Suddenly, he knew exactly what they were, and it scared the living crap out of him. Ach! Fangirls! He considered running, but he knew that if he did they would only chase him down. One of his eyes twitched as he figured out what to do. Frowning, he waved at them. They only squealed even more, much to his dismay. He was getting mad now. He just got here and all he wanted to do was find the headmaster. The plane ride had been arduous enough; he may have had a private plane but the pilot had obviously had no idea on that they were doing. Viktor could have flown the plane better, and even ended up doing so, which is why he was late in the first place. On top of that, it took him hours just to find the Academy, much less walk there. Now that he was finally here, he couldn't even find the headmaster's office, and now these girls were going to practically bum rush him. It wasn't that he didn't like girls, he just never knew how to react around them. Viktor made up his mind. He walked up behind the short girl and tapped her shoulder lightly. "Vhere is ze headmaster?" He asked a little angrily, even though he didn't mean to sound that way, "I'm a transfer student."