Cacelion shifted a bit as he tried to get into a more comfortable position. After spending several minutes of fidgeting, he finally slumped down in the uncomfortable wooden chair with a defeated sigh. Why did human schools have to have such uncomfortable furniture? Was it too keep the students from falling asleep during lectures, or was it because finer objects were too expensive for them to acquire?
Taking a deep breath, the Archangel in human form did his best to enter a state of calm. The comfort that furniture, human or otherwise, was of no importance although he did wonder how this human body of his would feel after spending several hours seated in chairs like these. Shaking his head, Cacelion pushed the thought from his mind and turned his attention back to the headmaster of the school who looked up at him from behind a sheaf of paper's he held in his hands.
"I apologize for the lack of comfort." He said, glancing down at the papers briefly. "But our school, while well furnished, still doesn't come close to the level of oppulence that I would like it to have."
Cacelion gave a nod of understanding as he readjusted the tie around his neck.
Clearing his throat, the headmaster continued.
"Anyway, enough about the school, what about you? It says here that you were born and raised in the mid-west, is that right?"
"Yes."
"Alright..." The headmaster said as he readjusted his glasses. "And your parents were respected sorcerers who passed away in a car accident around five years ago, correct?" He asked as he looked back to Cacelion who nodded in affirmation even though the information was technically false. He didn't actually have parents, unless you counted the Architect and even then Cacelion saw him as more of a "boss" type figure rather than a parent, but he had lived in the mid west for a few years and helped stop the Fourth Archdemon Mammon from setting up a stronghold there. Of course this man didn't need to know any of that. All he needed to know was that he was interviewing a prospective and potentially powerful magic user.
"Okay..." The man muttered as he went back to studying the paper's. "It says here that you want to carry on there legacy by becoming a master of the arcane arts. Is that correct?"
Cacelion nodded.
"Alright...well, your grades check out and you seem to be pretty competent when it comes to magic...I think you'll be a wonderful new addition to our school Damien, we're glad to have you!" He exclaimed as he lightly tapped the papers on his desk to straighten them as he got to his feet and extended his hand for a shake. Cacelion got to his feet a took a few steps over to the desk before grasping the mans hand in his own and giving it a firm shake.
"Glad to be here." Cacelion replied with a friendly smile as he let go of the mans hand and began gathering up his things.
"Now last time I checked there was a class on Shadowmancy being taught, but it may have ended by now. I'm sure you can find someone who will point you in the direction you need to go with no difficulties. Just wander the halls long enough and you're bound to bump into someone sooner or later." He said with a good natured laugh.
Cacelion nodded and finished gathering his things before exiting the office.
"What an odd human." He mused as he started wandering down the nearly empty halls.