The crowd mumbling some more, the boys in the crowd just looking annoyed and bemused about this, while the girls are either in the middle of blushing shock or pure unadulterated rage. The pink haired girl is the latter, her face puffing up and getting even more red over something that you did that was obviously your fault. Screaming at you some more, shaking her wand at you for added effect,<strong>"Kial vi ne porti vestojn!?"</strong>, before her wand starts to glow. Everyone else sees this and starts running for their lives. You start to wonder if this is some sort of trend, before you get hit with a random explosion! Knocking you several dozen feet into the air, exploding off what ever clothes you still have before you land in a heap some distance off. Your smartphone falling off into the grass somewhere undamaged, something you notice before passing out.<br/><br/>You wake up with a nice healthy headache, on top of your entire body feeling rather itchy for some reason. Opening  your eyes you find yourself in a empty dorm room, the walls made out of cut stone, a canopy bed in one corner leading off to a balcony, with plenty of fine furniture and a plush carpet that you are currently laying on. The current problem of why you are itchy is solved by the discovery of a burlap sack being used as a makeshift pants/shirt combo. Your smartphone is nowhere to be seen.