After a long day of packing and preparing, the magic gate leading to the school opens. Highschoolers from near and far run into the old rusty gate and appear on the other side. There is a fiery headed young woman with green eyes in a little orange and pink loosely fitting blue jumpsuit standing behind her cart full of books and suitcases looking at the wall with a nervous look in her eyes. It is a cloudy day and a young man with brown messy hair and a long sleeve rainbow sweater. He isn't walking a cart like the other students passing through, he simply has a basket and looks like something was shoved up his sweater. He walks over to here from a couple feet away and says, “Madam, would you like some help passing through?” The young woman looks at him and her hair catches ablaze as she nodded. The male puts his backpack onto his shoulder as he helps her steer her cart. Together running through the gates. On the other side of the gates was a large castle like school with large gargoyle-like dragons perches at either wing. It had in plain words above the entrance: Magic Highschool Of the Arts. Nexto the door was a canvas map.