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As Zuuka looked around, he as well noticed the other two approaching. Although one he was not familiar with, he did know Abigail Morningtide by name. Although the academy allowed both commoners and nobles, rich and poor, strong and weak, he was interested in seeing a familiar face so soon. He might be mis-remembering something, but...he was pretty sure he remembered seeing Abigail two months ago at that fancy gathering his father made him attend. He himself prefered a more casual look then the suit and tie he had to wear, although right now even wearing casual clothing he actually looked quite professional.

It was probably his glasses. It kind of made him look professional even with a casual look.

He did get just a tad bit nervous, but to see a friendly, or at least familiar, face after taking attacks from what would likely be his bullies, he was full of energy.

"H-hey, Abigail! Whats up? Are you joining the Academy too this year?"

He said that while running up the stairs towards the main gate so they had a better view of him and waving to them. Even though he just got kicked in the stomach, punched in the face, and looked like he got roughed up at least a bit, he was still smiling. One could say that he was a very stubborn boy. Maybe a bit too stubborn.

"You should hurry along now! You don't want to be late for the entrance ceremony, you three!"

The principle shouted this, using magic to enhance his voice so that they could all hear it before looking around.

"Huh, Gorda went off somewhere...well, hopefully it should be fine once he cools his head. Its not like he doesn't have his reasons after all....it was a weapon made by the Blacklight Corperation that caused his parents deaths..."

Verron muttered this to himself as he also began to make his way to the ceremony so he could give the famous speech.