<div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">Name:<br/>Location:<br/>Tagging:<br/></code></pre><br/><br/><br/>(http://static.zerochan.net/Final.Fantasy.Type-0.full.630232.jpg)<br/>The fall wind created a calming meddly as the mishmash colors of leaves rustled, a few falling like feathers onto the fresh cut patches of grass lining the walkway connecting the front gate to the main building looming in the center of the campus. A quint fountain lie at the way point, the sound of water and the aforementioned wind beginging to be frowned out as a cacophony of voices rose.<br/><br/>Older students greeted their comrades, boosted about their triumphs over summer, and shared stories of their time away. New students asked for directions, called for friends they enrolled with and ran frantically trying to figure out where they were and what to do.<br/><br/>Second years and onward would get a whole day to catch up with their friends and their things sorted. But the firsties would have their hands full, orientation was going to begin in half hour and after that, their entrance test.<br/><br/>