Alastair woke up in a haze, "Uhhh damn another year." Alastair said stumbling out of bed he made his way to his coffee machine he made a special brew that the bishop in Italy showed him. He inhaled the pleasant aroma as it poured out of the small machine, with his demonic arm he grabbed his mug and with his other arm grabbed his flask, pouring some whiskey into his mug he mixed it with his coffe. 

Alastair quickly threw on a appropriate attire and headed out the door to go and mingle with the new students and even any new teacher, "Man I hope there's some sweet teacher babes this year." Alastair thought to himself as he walked into the main courtyard he made his way threw the halls looking at all the new students none interested him they all looked so painfully average. 

Alastair walked to a bench facing the main gates he would wait here to see if anything intresting would happen, he heard a few girls giggling he quickly turned his head towards them they all looked at him blushed then scurried away, "Man I hate these girls." He said to himself taking another drink from his mug, his mug ironically had a angle on it he loved holding it in his demonic hand it just seemed so perfect to him.