<div align="center">(http://imageshack.us/a/img96/3453/henrycavillupstreetmaga.jpg)<br/><strong>&gt;«¤~ Kiran Reed ~¤»&lt;</strong><br/>Ø Anyone<br/>Ø Going from Amsterdam to the Castle Grounds<br/></div><br/>Kiran watched as the city scenery moved by the window as the city tram began to pick up speed, leaving from the small stop he had boarded from located along the Rokin. The scenery of Amsterdam was interesting and vivid one, with many people just buzzling about the street and all the small canals. He was glad he'd gotten here early, before having to leave for the university. That had given him some time to enjoy the city a bit, having a nice cup of coffee with a slice of mouthwatering cheesecake at a nice little place cafe he had discovered least year, during the winter break, and wandering the market afterwards. Chances were that he wouldn't have much time to idle about like that again for a while, with his mostly selfenforced training schedule.<br/><br/>Sure, the team sponsor and even the coach had told him several times, in a very insistant manner, that he shouldn't overwork himself while he was working on getting the degree he required to participate in the pro league; a basic training schedule would suffice, they had told him. But Kiran was a very dedicated player, if anything, and strove to push himself and improve his skillset whereever and whenever possible. Some would see him as obsessive, but he personally did not see himself as being overly extreme, just dedicated and passionate.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Volgende halte, Centraal Station, Westzijde."</strong></em><br/><br/>The monotone, automated voice announced over the speakers inside the packed tramcar that it would be arriving at the stop at the west side of Amsterdam's central station, the main station where trains from all over the Netherlands arrived and departed from all day long. Kiran didn't actually need to take a train to get to the school, but there was a small magical area here, much like platform nine and three quarters at King's Cross back in good old London. Entering a large grand cafe-restaurant within the central station, he weaved a way through the small sea of patrons occupying it. Even a casual glance could tell him there were many people of various walks of life gathered here. It was one of the great things about the city; a great amount of cultural diversity.<br/><br/>Pushing passed a door with a sign on it informing the reading in at least three different languages, including Dutch and English, that only personnel was allowed entry, Kiran found himself in what looked like a storage area. There were dozens crates filled with various liquor and soft drink bottles spread around, stacked up in the corner, next to a large fridge. It was all just for show though. Squeezing himself past two large stacks of crates, he stumbled upon his intended target: an old fireplace. Even locally, only a few dozen wizards and witches knew about this particular public floo point, the owner of the cafe had told him. The owner, a lightly tinted, middle-aged man that tended to flash his pearly white teeth with large, ear-to-ear smiles quite frequently going by the name of Mark Velthoven, was a large fan of dueling, and followed all the various matches and tournaments closely through magazines, over the wizarding wireless, or even attending the events when he could afford to leave his busy cafe in the hands of his employees for a day or two. He had instantly recognized Kiran when he was exploring around the central station last year, just before entering the university for his first year.<br/><br/>Grabbing a fist full of powder, the dueling athlete stepped into the fireplace and clearly announced "Dragonclaw" before tossing the ash-coloured substance down at his feet, causing him to disappear in a haze of green fire. Arriving at the floo point just outside the castle grounds, inside a small guard station, he stepped outside and made his way towards the main gate leading into the school grounds.<br/><br/><strong>"Good day, sir. Let's a have good one this year too!"</strong>he chirped happily with a smile plastered across his face as the man guarding the gate let him through. Said man chuckled in response.<br/><br/><strong>"Welcome back, Mr. Reed,"</strong>he responded as the young man strolled past.<strong>"Glad to see you're not cutting it close this year."</strong><br/><br/>Kiran had cut it pretty close last year, not having known the exact time he was supposed to go to the school and having dilly dallied too much in Amsterdam, arriving just before the opening ceremony began. Luckily, he was more informed this year. No more freshman blundering bullshittery for him. Nope!<br/><br/><strong>"A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to!"</strong>Kiran replied without pausing or turning, simply raising his index finger as he continued his casual stroll, quoting what was currently most likely the most well known wizard in muggle fiction.<br/><br/><strong>"Quite."</strong><br/><br/>Now that he though about it... Where should he had next? His trunk was stuffed inside the backpack he wore, shrunk and lightened with a pair of charms for easy transportation. Perhaps it would be best to drop it off in his dorm room in the east tower? It was quite funny that he had been appointed to Sairys last year, seeing as his "signature spell" in the dueling scene was one that produced a bolt of lightning. It was like the person responsible for making the rosters had intended to make some kind of subtle joke...<br/><br/>In any case, off to the east tower it was!<br/><br/><strong>"So we meet again..."</strong>Kiran took a slightly broader stance, spreading his arms and legs a bit, as if he were a gunslinger involved in an old-fashioned duel at noon. However, his opponent was his bed.<strong>"Go! I choose you, <em>trunk</em>!"</strong>He tossed his shrunken trunk, which had been laying in the palm of his hand before had entered the dorm room, towards the bed. With a quick flick of his wand, gripped in his other hand, Kiran undid the shrinking and feather-light charms applied to the object as it traveled through the air. It returned to its original size and weight just before arriving at the foot end of the bed, causing it to snap into position perfectly with a rather loud thud.<br/><br/>With a satisfied smirk Kiran Reed, trunk tosser extraordinaire, turned and left the dorm, wandering about outside on the grounds for a bit. A rising star of the dueling world could afford to be a little silly sometimes, he thought. He'd go positively mad if he didn't balance out his serious dedication to the sport with some occasional tomfoolery.