Third had watched the small spar with little interest off to the side, though she sighed and was usually looking away often, she had actually been thoroughly analyzing each young man partaking in the fight.
They were certainly an interesting pair. She smiled as the fight ended and wondered just what sort of knight either boy would grow up to become, they both had potential, and a lot to learn.
Not soon after the fight had ended one of the more recognizable teachers had found their way to the scene, his golden armor let everyone know just who they were
"Orenstein."
Third started with the simple greeting
"Even a drunkard can learn from a fight, and we accept most all willing to learn...you know that"
The headmistress stopped and looked back to the two had just been fighting
"And everyone can look stupid in a fight Ornestein, are you exempt from that fact? I know I'm not"
She smiled at the teacher slightly and looked back to the two boys,
"When he wakes up, make sure you two go to get cleaned up understand? You want to look good at the banquet I presume..."
She began to calmly walk away but stopped when she was not far off behind Ornestien,
"And welcome to the academy"
The hours passed, people talked, people explored, and people stayed away from it all
A decent amount of time in the day, all were invited and called to the mess hall.
A feast of birds, beasts, fruits, vegetables, fish, dishes of unknown origin spread across the long oak tables, people were told to sit wherever they please with whoever they pleased, Teachers were indeed sanctioned a section for themselves but it seemed only the more antisocial members of the staff stayed there, and the already invisible border between the pupils and mentors was tossed into nothingness.
The headmistress sat comfortable at the head of the center most table, Azelf sat to her right hand side, people were told already to eating, and yet she did not seem to have anything on her plate, she just waited patiently for her time to speak.
She loved this time. This time before the strict classes began. This time when people talked to each other as people, not as student, or first years, everyone was on more equal footing.
She sighed, a new year beginning, how many beginnings has she seen pass? They were hard to count...she smiled, yet there was a hint of sadness to it, beginnings always had endings, and they seemed just as hard to count...