It's a stormy day, a lovely atmosphere for your arrival. You've finally arrived at the academy, wearing black pants, a green waistcoat, a brown shirt, your hands bandaged, your head high. The academy is beautiful, grand, with high towers, gargoyles, strong gates, fancy stairs....you're standing beside another future student, waiting to be evaluated. The other student is a blonde man, with an upturned nose, big ears, and short arms. He glances at you, huffing quietly, whispering to another man "There's no way they'll let her in." You roll your eyes, ignoring him. Tilo nuzzles your neck, crooning softly, his little claws clinging to your shoulder.