<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;">Klasverry school of the Arcane <br/>Spring semester</span></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976615873928380456/image0.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976614781496725545/image0.jpg)</div><strong><em>”Ahhh…the start of a new semester…it never ceases to excite me.”</em></strong>The lofty voice left curled lips in their trademark easy smile worn across the elder’s features, watery eyes over watching the last minute preparations as he gripped his staff in front of himself. The willowy man offering a pleasant hum as eyes closed to listen to the choir of commands and rushing going about the front gardens before him, there was so much animation and pleasant chaos; it made him feel decades younger each time it come. Punctual as usual the chirp at his ear brought his already easy smile to widen a few centimeters more, the obvious panic heard in his assistant’s voice soon ringing in the air. ”Dean Winterberry! No one can find the ladder to hang the banner! I have a few men looking-“ Trixel squeaked from behind the stack of banners currently folded in her arms in a heap, her petite form nearly engulfed by the imposing ‘final’ touch that the opening ceremony could not be without.<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976628260911861760/image0.jpg)</div><br/><strong><em>”Come now Trixel dear, no need to fret.”</em></strong>Dean Winterberry hummed pleasantly, the already growing masses beginning to filter in from the lavish gate not minded as he gave his staff a light tap across the cobblestone beneath their feet.<strong><em>”This is a day to be enjoyed, shall we introduce our new students properly? Mhm?”</em></strong>The Dean chuckled, the once wooden monarch that sat upon his staff soon shaking to life, the massive butterfly growing ten fold as its multiple legs grabbed the banners from Trixel’s arms to instead take flight. As the monarch hung the flowing tapestries those coming forth would be greeted with the very symbols of what Klasverry had to offer, each track represented with its own corresponding color and coven to put the final touch to the opening decorations. Each one hung along the bow of the stone arch the monarch continued to flutter as its billowing wings kicked up the carefully crafted petals to soon strew the colorful confetti into the air to begin showering the approaching crowd.<br/><br/><strong><em>”Now then, shall we?”</em></strong>Dean Winterberry smiled, finally opening his eyes as he took a step forward, his staff guiding him from his perch on the front steps of the school, his voice soon becoming booming as the slip of a parchment touched at his throat to amplify.<br/><br/><strong><em>”Welcome prior students and those just now attending! Welcome to Klasverry the most prestigious and highly sought school to help shape futures to your dreams! Please enjoy yourselves, be merry! This day is to welcome you all to our arms, and to show you just what can be achieved within our studious walls!”</em></strong>The Dean announced with another lavish wave, his palisman wafting delicately above the heads of the students and families all joining in the celebration, the strum of strings enchanting the merriment all the further as excited cheers rang out.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976617807146020894/image0.jpg)</div>The gardens themselves were alive with activity as several food stalls steaming with favorite street foods and treats mingled, juice and ale (for those appropriate) sloshing in goblets and chins for new students and staff alike. The Elder Providence always looked forward to the start of a new semester, many joining in the festivities to see off their loved ones who were taking their futures into their hands and work towards a coven. Dancers joined larger circles as the melody of woodwinds and strings off on the open grass with plentiful blankets spread out, the temptation of watching the falling stars as the festivities went on into the night a pleasure many looked forward to. Along with mingling with fellow students a plenty, Dean Winterberry had insisted his established professors to join in on the festivities, gaining an insight to the bright young minds and perhaps further instilling a level of understanding to their dreams.<br/><br/>After all there were some whom were in the same shoes as the current students, some not too long ago than others.<br/><br/>