The admissions officer had finally finished his work for the day and was all set to head for home when another student came in. He rubbed his eyes, but no, there was still a bloody hippopotamus in the room.

"I'm here to register for Fae Creek," the hippo said with a soft, feminine drawl.

"Well, this is new. Name, please?"

"Sarah Malone."

"Age?"

"Fifteen."

"Alright, for species I'm just going to put 'hippo'."

"Actually, it's a little more complicated than that, but you can put human." Sarah responded.

"Explain, please."

"You see, part of my magic is shapechanging. I can become any nonmagical animal. Thing is, I kind of have difficulty controlling it, so on occasion, I have days like this."

Human and hippo and dog and bluejay and... "Got it. Any hobbies?"

"I'm big into athletics. Hiking, swimming, anything outdoors."

"Magical quirks?"

'I have the power of beastspeech. I can talk to animals and understand them. Apparently, no matter what shape I'm in, I can't seem to lose a walrus accent. Ah, got it. Finally." Sarah shifted on her feet a bit, than transformed into a tall, somewhat awkward teenager with red hair. "This is my... default form, I guess you can say."

"Understood. Why do you want to come to Fae Creek?"

"I'm interested in a career in magizoology, and also to control my powers better. Transforming into a beaver at random moments is an annoyance."

The admissions officer nodded. "We'll be in touch, Sarah."

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Name: Albizeda

Bio; The illicit daughter of two eldritch gods, Albizeda is much sweeter than her heritage suggests.

Classes: Necromancy, Curses, Demonology, Eldritchology

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Name / Nickname:
Alura
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Nationality:
Foreign “Exchange Student”.

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Appearance:
Like this, but with black hair instead of brown hair. 5’/152cm tall
Species:
(Mostly Still) Human
Physical Abilities / Skills:
Physically frail, but very agile and quite fast. Can’t take a non-magic hit, but is good at dodging.

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Magical Style:
Alura wields a large grimoire that can only be opened if Alura is close to the book. It holds many spells, mostly of the Eldritch variant. They usually take quite some time to cast, requiring a chant. Some spells are simpler and quicker to cast, but these are usually utility spells. A lot of these spells require ingredients of some kind, and for that reason she carries with her a bag of holding that the grimoire can easily take the ingredients out of.
Magical Quirks:
Alura’s magic has a corruptive effect on the area around her. Upon casting a spell, there is a chance that bits of the terrain around her can be corrupted. Small living things like plants and tiny animals could die or mutate into something more monstrous, man-made things can take on a more monstrous form, and people can become unwell. Repeated castings in the same area can corrupt a wider area, causing it to feel ‘wrong’ to those around. Not only that, but it seems to occasionally catch the attention of more dangerous beings. These effects also occasionally directly affect Alura herself, though she doesn’t seem to mind, as so far it’s hardly been permanent. It has, however, taken a toll on her sanity.
Magical Skills, Hobbies and Interests:
Performing rituals, experimenting with magic, trying spells that might be dangerous

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Why are they enrolled in Fae Creek Academy?:
They heard interesting stories about Fae Creek, and decided to check it out for themselves, maybe learn a thing or two, mostly just to have fun.
Personality:
Easily excited, erratic, rather insane, enjoys putting people on edge
Backstory:
She’s very secretive of who she is or where she came from...
General Skills, Hobbies and Interests:
Drawing, exploring creepy places

The admission’s officer blinked twice. Some mixture of disbelief, joy, and sheer exhaustion filled his eyes. Finally. After all this time, having sloughed through countless anomalous, inexplicable, painstakingly weird admits, he could hardly believe his eyes when someone who seemed normal walked into his office. The officer was almost shocked by how much he savored this moment, but at this point, it was everything he had ever wanted. Someone who was normal…

The officer blinked again. The boy who had walked into his room was about six feet tall, and was clearly of an athletic build. He had two amber eyes and long dark hair. The officer vaguely recognized this individual. But where from? Irregardlessly, the boy had made his way up to his desk and was presenting his papers. Was it possible that he had even filled out the necessary forms before arriving? What a wonderful boy.

”I’m Leonhard Cantor. Thanks for having me today.”

Huh… WHAT?

While the two sat in silence, the admission officer looked over the forms he was presented. This boy was nothing short of a genius. He was from a noble family, and attended one of the top institutions for juvenile mages. His scores on any written test were flawless, and he had achieved perfect grades in every single class he had taken prior. As well, he had received not one but seven accolades for magical knowledge in the fields of alchemy, engineering, and magical theory. Not to mention, the file he presented was filled to the brim with extracurricular activities, and as a polish, he had even included a well written admittance essay. It would’ve been impossible to believe, if not for that one tiny detail. Not that something that small would matter for someone of his merit. Now, however, there was another issue that the officer had to figure out. Why was such a scholarly magnate applying to an institution like Fae Creek?

”Ah, thank you for waiting, Leonhard. My name is ██████. I’m so glad to have you here this evening!” The officer extended his hand to the boy.

The boy smiled, and shook it. ”Thank you. It’s my pleasure, truly."

”Please, take a seat” The admissions officer smiled. After all this time, he just didn’t think someone like this ending up in his office was possible. ”It looks like you’ve already filled out all the major points on the form, so now I just have to ask you a few questions before we can process your admission.”

”Of course! Ask away.”

”Well, first off, just for my record keeping -- I know it’s silly to ask a question like this -- but what’s your gender.”

”Please, don’t worry about it. I’m a boy.”

”Haha, of course. And your age?”

”Sixteen.”

”Excellent, excellent. Alright, next question: where do you live?”

”I’m from the Imperial Federation. I have been my whole life. Surely, you must’ve heard of my family. The Cantor’s are a well known line of powerful wizards and witches.”

The admissions officer looked at the boy up and down. Indeed, he had noticed the connection long before Leonhard informed him. The resemblance between him and one of the great archmages of the federation was uncanny. ”Of course, of course. The Cantor's are well known among scholars.”

Not that it matters.

The admissions officer continued. ”Very well. I see that you have listed magical engineering as one of your talents. I’m very interested, could you elaborate on this please?”

”Certainly. My whole life, I have been enamoured by magical constructs. Be it self opening doors, or massive mana crucibles, I have always been interested in the way that we could both understand and apply magic to our technological endeavors. It was only natural that I should begin to explore such constructs myself, and soon enough, I found myself involved in several different projects of a magi-technological nature.”

”...Wow.” The officer couldn’t help but let that one comment slip. This student was something else. He almost wondered if Leonhard was here just to mock him, as if he were flaunting his endless achievement in front of this D-List academy just to get a rise. ”Well, uh, that’s terrific. Now, all there is to talk about is your magic. And, uh, before we talk about that, I just want to ask you something. It says here that you received zero points on the practical section of your placement test. I’m sure this must be an error, perhaps you were absent, but it would be reassuring to hear confirmation of this from yourself.”

Leonhard stared straight into his eyes, and the officer’s soul sank. ”About that. I have absolutely zero affinity for magic.”

It was like a boulder had crushed every last bit of the officer’s hope. He should’ve known better. Studious, stand-up, great students did not apply to Fae Creek. There was always a flaw.

”You... mean to say… that you cannot do magic?

”I’m not saying that at all. I just have no magical power myself, nor any affinity for channeling magic, nor can I invoke magic in any form whatsoever”

Huh? Wasn’t that the same thing as what I just said?

”And… And you want to attend a magical academy?”

”Yessir. I’m so glad we’re on the same page.”

The officer’s soul shrunk three sizes that very moment. ”I… I guess that’s it then. You, uh, can go. I’ll handle the rest.”

Leonhard smiled. As he left the room, he bowed to the officer. ”Thank you very much for the interview. I look forward to hearing your decision.”

The officer watched him incredulously. What an anomaly, and there were still countless more like him waiting for him on the other side of his office. He supposed he ought to get to work, the students weren't going to interview themselves.

But, wait… There didn’t seem to be a next applicant…

“Ahem!” a refined voice announced.

“Is someone here?” the admissions officer asked, looking around in bewilderment. The room was empty. Could… Could this person have the ability to turn invisible? He certainly hoped not…

“Down here, my good fellow!” the voice informed him.

Looking down at the chair on the other side of his desk, he was shocked to see what appeared to be a dog sitting at attention.

“D-Did… Did you just say that?” the officer asked in a quivering voice. Maybe I’m hallucinating… Or, or maaaybe he’s the brother of that other girl who was in here yesterday…

“Indeed I did, old boy,” the dog replied. “I am Parrthineas E Doxon the First, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He held out his paw.

The officer hesitantly shook it. “W-Welcome. Do you happen to have your application with you?”

“Terribly sorry, my good fellow, but they were having a paper airplane contest down by the river, and since my application was the only paper I had with me at the time I was forced to enlist its aid in that noble endeavor. I do apologize.”

“Did you win?” the officer asked, his exhaustion clear in his voice.

“In several branch universes, yes.”

The admissions officer gave a lengthy sigh, before pulling out a new form.

“Here, I’ll just fill this out for you. I already have your name, but, um, do you go by anything… shorter?”

“You may call me Parr, for short.”

“Okay and your age?”

“Sixteen changings of the seasons.”

“I’m assuming your gender is male?”

“Correct.”

“Nationality?”

“I am a proud citizen of the Federation.”

“Okay, next is appearance, I’ll just fill that out myself…” Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and a timepiece is fastened to the fancy collar around his neck. “And your species?”

“I am clearly a Canine, my good fellow. Do you perhaps need to get your eyesight examined? I know of a good optometri—”

“Moving on… Any notable physical abilities or skills?”

“Well, like all Canines, I have an excellent sense of smell, and after that distressing incident while crossing the Sea of Ten Thousand Tempests, I made it a top priority to learn the doggy paddle.”

“Okay, how would you describe your magical style?”

“Like my renowned father before me, I am highly proficient in the realms of temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation. Care for a demonstration?”

Before the officer could say anything, the applicant produced a golden pocket watch from which emerged a beam of bluish energy. The beam struck the apple on the officer’s desk, causing it to wink out of existence.

“I believe that should answer the question of where that apple came from, hmm?”

“Yes…” But if the apple was transported from here, then how did the apple… "Moving along, any notable magical quirks?”

“None that I can think of.”

“How about magical skills, hobbies or interests?”

“Just the aforementioned interest in temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation.”

“What is your reason for enrolment?”

“Well, you see, old boy, Fae Creek Academy is the alma mater of my esteemed father, Parrthineas E Doxon the Zeroth, and I should like to follow in his footsteps and walk these hallowed halls myself, in pursuit of ever-increasing knowledge of chronological phenomena.”

“Okaaay… And you would describe your personality as…?”

“Polite, enthusiastic, and rather inquisitive.”

And somewhat eccentric…

“Can you tell me a bit about your background?”

“Oh, I’d be delighted to, my good fellow! It all started with my illustrious and supremely skilled father. He was, or rather, will be, an inventor of great renown. His greatest invention, of course, was, or rather, will be, his Farprior Machine, which he utilized to travel twenty years into the past from this current date. It was then that he met the paragon of loveliness that would become my dear mother. After my birth, he regaled me with a never-ending stream of tales about his life, tales that inspired me to emulate him in every possible respect, and it is because of that inspiration that I appear before you today.”

“Any general skills, hobbies, or interests?” the officer asked, Parr’s insane backstory barely reaching his ears before being repelled by an impenetrable wall of complete apathy.

“Well, I look foreword to developing camaraderie with my fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of my likeness to grace this venerable campus, like my father before me. I also greatly enjoy making paper airplanes.”

“Well, that concludes this interview. You may leave the way you came in.”

“Why thank you my good fellow! It certainly was a pleasure! Say! That is quite a lovely plant you have over there! Would you mind if I…?”

“Yes, ‘old boy’, I would mind!” the officer roared. “Now get out!”

The officer slumped in his chair.

Please let that be the last… Please let that be the last… Please let that be the…