Today was going to be your first day at collegiate-level classes. You've made your way into an exclusive academy, and your father, who has worked himself to the bone to give you, his beloved daughter, the opportunity, has been showering you with gifts and praise ever since you got accepted. He really does care about you beyond your performance, but in the past he was light on money and gifts to keep you frugal, so this is a nice change of pace. Indeed, it's one of the most exclusive academies in the world- the Clock Tower, a place of power for the Mage's Association. To you, it serves as a way for your family to regain their long-since-lost influence, and regain some of your forgotten Magecraft.

Carrying in your hands a letter from your father to bring to McDonell Trambelio Elrod, a man from the powerful Trambelio family you branch off of, you're suddenly picked out of a crowd by a strange girl, pulled along as if she had the pressing need to do so. Despite your initial protests, you went along with it after finding out who was pulling you along: Olga Marie Animusphere, the Astromancy head's daughter. Making sure to keep the letter for safety, you tried not to make her too angry after forcing her to let go of your arm and letting you walk normally. No matter how powerful she is, she can't just persist in violating your personal space.

The more you follow her, the more tense you get, but she seems to be putting on a strong face. If you or she had been a man, you probably wouldn't go along with it, just because of what it would look like to strangers. Several flights of stairs later, you step into a dark cavern with five other figures present, lit only by a series of nearby candles.

"How can this be taking as long as it is?" she sputters impotently, tapping her foot. "I even brought along this dead weight, so hurry it up!" That hurts your feelings. If you're dead weight, why did she bring you along in the first place? Did someone else ask for you? You have half a mind to show her the letter just to make her realize you're not dead weight, but you get the feeling she would tear it up on a whim to prove she could get away with it.

"No need to rush, I've got experience with this sort of thing." Using expensive-looking chalk to drawing detailed summoning circles inscribed within a single greater circuit, he smoothly turns curves with detail any artist would be proud of, and smiles accordingly. "Rather than one summoning circle, this is seven circles with one overarching matrix. It's only due to my ability that I can do this at all."

"No need to brag," Olga turns away bitterly. What's her deal? She may be naturally beautiful, but her disposition and behavior towards you makes her seem like a real brat. Maybe that comes with the territory of being a direct inheritor to a major legacy, but you wouldn't know. To you, she just seems like a girl from a television show who tries too hard to be the student council president.