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Lee opened his eyes. "Alive again huh? And I'm back here of all places," he mumbled to himself groggily massaging his eyelids. The room smelled and looked the same as he had left it. Gingerbread's favorite apple perfume lingered in the air, it was not hard to replicate, and the room was as messy as always, books everywhere, a mixture of textbooks and spell books; it was a image of his mind... Gingerbread. Remembering her, he quickly fumbled in his pocket and groped for the picture and page he had torn from a book before the curse got him. Letting out a sigh of relief when he found they were there, Lee began to pick up his books and clean the room. Then it hit him, she was dead, the wound in his heart opened up again and he fell to his knees dropping the books. Memories rushed back to him, everything, and he closed his eyes for a moment to let all the pain seep in. Lee took a deep breath and staggered to his feet, no time to be mourning, he had a job to do... In rage he punched the wall and screamed, " TO HELL WITH THIS, WHY ME? WHY CAN'T I JUST BE WITH HER?" The wall did not reply nor budge, it was made to withstand the worst of magical explosions, not answer his questions; he slowly removed his bloody hands and let it hang limp at his side, drops of red decorated the floor at his feet soon joined by small splashes of salty clear water.

Gathering himself again, Lee bandaged up his hand and walked towards the closet. He picked out a black dress shirt, sweater and pants, blood red tie, and put them on, rolling up the sleeves. The people in the next room are becoming impatient, it was his time to make an appearance, ready or not. He tied up his sneakers and stepped through the door putting on his best mask of a smile.

"Welcome to the Cor Leonis Boarding School, My name is Lee and I will guide you around your new home the best I can." The door vanished behind him.