It was nice here.<br/><br/>Kei had spent the train ride talking to a little half-pixie who was self-conscious about her ears (which were sort of mangled, a testament to her messy genetics) instead of her makeup (which was also sort of mangled, a testament to her lack of skill). As odd as that might sound, it wasn't even the strangest conversation he had participated in today - no, that particular honor went to the girl who claimed that God was living in her right eyeball, narrowly beating out the centaur who was complaining about the barbarism of steel horseshoes compared to gold.<br/><br/>It was a reassuring sign. As long as the other students at the school had better things to talk about than the latest wand fashions, Kei was perfectly satisfied with their intrusion into his life.<br/><br/>A bouncing pair of long pigtails weaved in and out of the crowd in front of him. He paused to watch. A first year? No, not possible, unless she hit puberty at age nine. Well, she could also be a Metamorphmagus... or one of those odd half-breeds that got the worst of both parents. Or she could be... well. She was heading in his general direction, maybe he could decide after getting a better look.<br/><br/>No, that wasn't quite right. She was heading<span style="font-style: italic">right at him.</span><br/><br/>He stared at her blankly as she introduced herself, smiling brightly at him. "Mitsuo," he offered finally. "Kei Mitsuo. You a transfer?"