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Stephen walked into class as one of the first people, and took one of the seats in the front. “This is Magik Arts Class. You have been automatically placed in this club because you have been verified for magical abilities. I’m going to call out the new seating arrangement.” "I don't have to sit next to any fatum populi, do I," he asked. This was his third year here, and his second year in this club, so he knew Mr. Bekenfield a little better than most. He also noticed there were a lot of new girls this year. Great, more distraction from our lessons, he thought. "Oh, and Mr. Bekenfield, I hope I don't ave to start my lessons all over again, since most the people here are new." Stephen then looked down at his smaller wolf-like demon, concerened that she would freak out about all the people around.

"Hey, Dawn, are you going to be alright," he asked her. Dawn bared her teeth as she looked up at Stephen, and said, "Of course I'm alright, you dense idiot. I just hate the fact that this damn class has gotten so big." Stephen laughed as he shook his head. He reached down and scratched her behind her ears, saying, "You'll be fine, Dawn. You just need to get used to it."