ever since he enrolled into the magic school, the main talk of the year was the familiars. Everyone in the upper years had theirs, and the freshmen (including him) were soon to meet theirs as well! Just... in half a year.

he would always complain about how its annoying, useless and how everyone else is weak for needing some 'Familiar" to help with their wizardry and studies. Though, he knew deep inside, that he was as excited as everyone else. He was just in denial

Finally, the time has come and everyone was getting to meet their familiars. He showed up to class extra early just so he could be the first person to get their Familiar, and all he needed to know about them. All he needed was to know that they won't trash his dormitory or just be a waste of time. In whichever case, he would probably just adopt it out or something.

however.. when it was time to summon his Familiar, it didn't work. Not on the first try, not the second.. and not the 8th time either.

this ticked him off, his classmates making fun of him as everyone else had gotten to meet their familiars by then, which, just made him want to lash out and explode everyone. It normally took 2-4 tries to get the spell to work, but he had tried it over 8 times before his teacher told him to do it another time. Damn old man, who said he needed his help anyway?! He can do it in his own free time just fine. Right?

either way, he's doing it. Setting up the circle and all that bull crap, he finally finished his make shift area in the courtyard and got to work. Naturally, this gathered a crowd of people watching him and being all curious.

and... why.. did he smell smoke?

he opened his eyes, half expecting a random student smoking cigarettes to be standing infront of him, but instead he was met by some kind of smoke. Standing up, he noticed a mark on his wrist, the fate mark. the mark that would show the connection of a master to a Familiar. Yes! it worked!! it better be a damn cool one, or he did this all for nothing!