<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/34/13_%281%29.jpg)</div><br/>Xixor Caliban considered it his great good fortune that the anklet had put him somewhere near to the back of the crowd.  He'd been awaiting this day for many months, taken great pains in his preparations and making certain all the things he needed were packed away in his magical backpack when the transport spell hit.<br/><br/>The sleek little wizard was surprisingly strong—at least for a youth his size.  His leer grew from moment to moment throughout the speech.  This really was too good to be true.  There wasn't much of anything he couldn’t get away with here.  He'd probably even be able to make his machines at long last!<br/><br/>When the fireball incinerated one of the professor's clothing, his rectangular glasses momentarily allowed him a very nice view even at this distance—before they fogged over!<br/><br/>The young pervert cursed quietly and hurried to clean them off on his shirt and replace them over his purple eyes.<br/><br/>Eager to get started, he took off in search of the dorms at a jog, anxious to get everything set up and see what plans he could set into motion.