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Ozzie yawned and stretched, finally finished with preparing his things. He walked out of the room, nose buried in a book. He'd been a bit late, and it didn't help that he'd gotten lost to boot. Finally seeing the headmaster's office, he ran for the door with a sense of relief, reaching it just as it opened to allow a black-haired man to step out. Pleased, Ozzie waited until he and whoever else was behind him came out before entering the room with a smile, shutting the door behind him.

The smile on Ozzie's face dimmed as he glanced around at the people inside the room. Not because of the unnatural looks, though! After all, he was the same as them, with the scars that looked like stitches running all over his body. Instead, what weirded him out was that it seemed a fight had already broken out, with the Harpy as the injured party. It was only the first day of school, right? What on earth?

The pink-haired girl he'd seen earlier was healing it, though. Standing to the side, Ozzie leant against the wall and opened his book uncertainly, unsure if he should say or do anything.