Somewhere in the middle of the speech, Anderson decided to slip into the herd of uniformed students. He caught something of a tail end of a speech. [i]Blah blah blah, espers, blah blah blah Magicians, blah blah blah cooperation and harmony, blah blah blah IN MY FUCKING EYE.[/i] The last part wasn't actually said, or implied, or even thought, Anderson just inserted it in to amuse himself. Its not that school speeches where anything important or unique. Well, there was the instructions at the end, but whoops.

Once again, Anderson phased into the line of students lined up at the magician scan line; Anderson had a magic watch, he could use said magic watch, he could control said magic watch, he could be the crap out of someone with said watch, yup, good chance of him being a magician. [i]Learn something new everyday.[/i] Anderson snarked in his mind as he plugged into his headphones, debating on what he'd listen to to pass the time. 

Heavy screamo deathmetal, 80's disco funk, Frank Sinatra dubstep remix, smooth baritone wombat jazz, yodeling sheep choir, greatest pop hits (which sounded more like yodeling sheeps than the actual thing). Yup, lots of choices, just how Anderson like it. Putting the entire thing on shuffle, Anderson began to quietly wait his turn in line, drawing as little attention to himself as he could, seemed to be working just fine for him for the moment, although once his mind relaxed, it immediately went to "business deals". Oh the joys of running a criminal syndicate, bless.