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The assembly hall was dark. That’s all that could pass anyone’s minds as they huddled close together, lined up at the random with only a couple of inches between each other. Each and every one of them wore identical intricate robes. Long black cloth cascaded down to almost touch the ground, covering crisp black slacks. A purple sash tied around the waist held the robe in place, a top of an ebony button up that met the neck with a detailed golden pattering glittering across the chest. Hoods shielded a good portion of their heads, leaving their faces to be seen. Long sleeves were tugged and fiddled with as each boy nervously fidgeted in their spots, anxiously awaiting to be sorted into a dorm or eager to have the ceremony be done with. One boy in particular shifted just a little bit too much in their place for it to be passed off as a simple case of jitters. His hands fluttered to as many places as they could, tucking locks of reddish-orange hair behind his ears, scratching at his nose, pressing down any sized wrinkle on his slacks, constantly shifting from his weight from his left foot to his right, squinting to see other people’s faces across the room, counting the many, many candles that decorated the walls, and biting the inside of his cheek for intervals of sixteen seconds. The boy huffed a small air, earning questioning glances from his neighbors and simply choosing to pretend to not notice. He watched as a ghoulish face clouded in green smoke studied yet another boy behind his mirror confinements. It went silent for a moment before shouting.
“I have read your soul...you shall join Scarabia!”
The boy in front of the mirror nodded for half a second and hurriedly met up with the group standing behind two people who were most certainly the dorm and vice dorm leaders of “scarabia”, a boy wearing an intricately patterned turban and another who wore a focused expression, shushing the excited whispers of the first boy. The auburn-haired boy hummed under his breath, it was a suitable dorm choice for such a boy like that.
Yes, what that magic mirror did was sort the incoming freshmen of this school into one of seven dorms. Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia. It did this by reading the colors and shape of your soul, a magic ability paralleled to none.
However, the boy who fidgeted at a wild rate, stamping his left foot impatiently against the black-tiled ground, had seen this spectacle go on one too many times. There were approximately 150 kids in the room, and so far the mirror had gone to at most thirty-three percent of them, the impatient boy included.
“Ace Trappola!” It had shouted intensely, “Your soul is fitted to Heartslabyul!”
Of course, Ace hadn’t expected anything other than that result. His brother, an alumni of Night Raven College, had been in the same dormitory.
And so he stood there, counting the heads that walked to and from the mirror for the next 2 hours.
As the students were finally close to all getting sorted, something odd occurred.
Ace felt the tension rapidly leaving his shoulders as he scanned the crowd. There were a mere handful of students left. As he was about to begin stretching, the mirror called out.
"Sebek Zigvolt...you-"
"I AM WELL AWARE. THERE IS ONLY AN OBVIOUS ANSWER TO BE SPOKEN!!! I DO NOT NEED A MERE OBJECT TO TELL ME WHAT I HAVE KNOWN DEEP IN MY HEART!!!"
Ace, who had been beginning to drift into daydreamsville, snapped to attention, almost jumping 3 feet into the air just from the sheer soundwaves this boy had produced at that moment. He frowned, putting his palms over his ears annoyedly. Who the Hell was this guy?
He leaned a bit to the side, looking in between 2 students to see the cause of the commotion. As his eyes focused, he saw a tall, strong-looking person with a bright green head of hair. Ace fought back a smirk as he compared it to a head of cabbage, secretly nicknaming this person cabbage-head (A very tasteful name, if you asked him). Cabbage-head stood proudly in front of the mirror, chest puffed out and chin turned upwards in a way that screamed: "I'm better than you", and Ace had a sneaking suspicion he would have no issue saying that directly to somebody's face. He and the mirror stared at each other for a good few seconds, before it started to speak again.
"Sebek Zigvolt! Your soul is fitted to Diasomnia!"
Sebek nodded vigorously, a wide beaming smile across his face as he made his way back to his spot in the crowd. Ace followed him with his eyes, watching as a short boy with pink highlights chuckled, clearly amused by the boy's antics, while a silver-haired boy gave a disapproving side-eye, sighing softly. Ace lingered on the trio for a bit longer, but his attention was quickly captured by the sound of the ceremony finally nearing its completion.
As soon as every boy was fitted to a dorm, the dorm leaders wasted no time in hustling everybody together, and soon each dorm was lined and filed up respectively, ready to take their first steps into nrcNight Raven College as official students.
Although he was extremely relieved to be freed from the shackles of boredom, Ace's chronic impatience quickly flared up again as he stood in Heartslaybyul's line.
"You've gotta be kidding me...Can we hurry it up already!?" He muttered under his breath, though the curious glances from his peers clearly indicated he was audible to many. Not that he cared.
Of course, to any first-year student, this entire process should be a blast, something to look forward to every second. But Ace wasn't feeling it. He was instead thinking about what he would do when he arrived at the dorms. What his room would look like after his decorated. What his day tomorrow was going to be like. What his classes were going to entail. That was Ace, after all. Always looking ahead, making no room for careful consideration or dull moments in his life, and this was indeed a very dull moment. And that dorm-head of theirs wasn't exactly helping the mood. Ace peaked over the shoulder of the kid in front of him, getting a quick glance of this year's dorm head of Heartslabyul. He was small, almost frail looking, and yet that commanding aura of his was no joke, Ace could tell that from a mile away. He watched as the dormhead snapped at someone for stepping out of the line, veins practically popping out of his forehead.
"Someone's got anger issues..." Ace mused, though now he was extra careful with where he stepped as the line shuffled along to their dorm. Sure he didn't care about breaking a couple of rules, but that little guy sure did freak the crap out of him.