The Start of School

David sat in the classroom, feeling a bit nervous. It was his first day at Trafford Magic Academy. The room was filled with other students, all looking around curiously. The professor, an old man with grey hair and a kind face, stood at the front.

"Good morning, class," the professor said. "My name is Professor Harlan. Before we start, I want everyone to introduce themselves. Tell us your name, where you live, your hobbies, and your dreams."

The first student stood up. He was a tall boy with blonde hair. "My name is Lucas," he said. "I live in the capital city. I like to play sports and read books. My dream is to become the greatest wizard with a lightning grimoire."

David watched as Lucas sat down. Next, a girl with red hair stood up. She looked confident. "My name is Mia," she said. "I come from a small village. I love to draw and study magic. My dream is to master the Titan of Hell grimoire."

David could see that Lucas and Mia would be important in the story. They both had strong dreams and interesting grimoires.

Next, it was David's turn. He stood up slowly. "My name is David," he said in a calm voice. "I live in a manor with my family. I do not have hobbies. My dream... I do not know yet."

The other students looked at him curiously. David knew he sounded different, but he did not care. He was cold and nihilistic, not interested in making friends.

The introductions continued. Some students talked about their love for magic, others about their families and hobbies. Each one had a different dream, a different story.

After everyone finished, Professor Harlan smiled. "Thank you, everyone," he said. "Now, let me introduce you to the school dormitory."

The professor led the class outside. They walked across the courtyard, passing other students and teachers. The dormitory was a large building with many windows. It looked old but strong.

"This is where you will live," Professor Harlan said. "Each of you will have your own room. There are common areas where you can relax and study."

The professor showed them the common room first. It had many chairs and tables, with bookshelves lining the walls. "You can come here to study or talk with friends," he said.

Next, they visited the dining hall. It was a big room with many tables. "Meals are served here three times a day," Professor Harlan explained. "You can come here to eat and meet other students."

Finally, they saw the sleeping quarters. Long hallways with doors on each side. "Each room has a bed, a desk, and a closet," the professor said. "Make yourself comfortable. This will be your home for the next few years."

David looked around his new home. He felt a mix of emotions. He was ready for the challenges ahead but knew it would not be easy. He thought about Lucas and Mia, wondering what the future would bring for them and for himself.

After the tour, everyone went back to the classroom. Professor Harlan stood at the front, looking serious.

"Now, let's talk about the schedule," he said. "You will have two subjects per week. Each subject is very important. But, to be honest, I think the school system is not perfect."

The students looked at each other, surprised. The professor continued, "In my opinion, it is bullshit. They make you focus on too many things at once. It is hard to learn properly."

David listened carefully. He liked that the professor was honest. It made him trust him more.

"Your first subject is Basic Magic," Professor Harlan said. "You will learn about different types of magic and how to use them. The second subject is Magic History. You will study the history of magic and famous wizards."

The professor paused, looking at the students. "I know it sounds difficult, but you must try your best. Ask questions if you need help."

The bell rang, and the class was over. David stood up and walked outside. He thought about what the professor said. It was a lot to take in.

When David got home, his father, Aizward, was waiting. "How was your first day of school?" Aizward asked.

David looked at him. "It was fine," he said. "I need to pack up and live in the school dormitory for a while."

Aizward nodded. "That is good. You need to focus on your studies."

David went to his room and started packing. He put his clothes and books into a bag. He felt a bit sad to leave home, but he knew it was necessary.

The next morning, David was ready to go. Alfred helped him with his bags. "Take care, young master," Alfred said. "And remember, don't do things you will regret."

David nodded. "I will remember," he said.

Back at the dormitory, David unpacked his things. His room was small but cozy. He looked out the window and saw other students walking around. He knew he had a lot to learn, but he was ready.

The first week of classes started. David went to Basic Magic and Magic History. He listened to the professors and took notes. It was hard work, but he was determined to succeed.

Professor Harlan was right. The schedule was tough, but David did not complain. He focused on his studies and tried his best. He thought about Lucas and Mia, wondering how they were doing.

One evening, as David was studying in the common room, he saw Mia. She was reading a big book. David walked over and sat down next to her.

"How are you?" he asked.

Mia looked up and smiled. "I am good. Just studying," she said.

David nodded. "Me too. It is a lot of work."

...

David settled into his new routine at Trafford Magic Academy. Every day, he attended classes and studied hard. He noticed that the students in his class had different personalities and backgrounds. There were circles of commoners and nobles, each group staying mostly to themselves.

David, did not fit into any group. He preferred to keep to himself, focusing on his studies. But he observed the others closely.

Lucas, the boy with the lightning grimoire, was friendly and outgoing. He often chatted with other students and was liked by many. Mia, with her Titan of Hell grimoire, was confident and strong. She had a small group of friends who admired her.

There were also students from noble families. They wore finer clothes and talked with a sense of pride. They often looked down on the commoners, creating a clear division in the class.

David watched all this silently. He did not care about social circles. He was here to learn and become stronger.

One day, during Magic History class, Professor Harlan introduced a new teacher. "This is Professor Lila," he said. "She will teach you about ancient magic."

Professor Lila was a tall woman with long black hair. She spoke with a calm and clear voice. "Good morning, class," she said. "Today, we will learn about the origins of magic."

She explained how magic was discovered thousands of years ago, and how it evolved over time. The students listened intently, taking notes. David found the lesson fascinating. He admired Professor Lila's knowledge and teaching style.

In Basic Magic class, another teacher, Professor Garret, taught them how to control their magic. He was a strict man with a stern face. "Magic is a powerful tool," he said. "You must learn to control it, or it will control you."

Professor Garret made the students practice different spells and techniques. He was tough, but fair, pushing them to improve. David excelled in these lessons, quickly mastering the spells.

The commoners and nobles in the class had different attitudes towards the teachers. The commoners were eager to learn, seeing education as a way to improve their lives. The nobles, however, often acted entitled, believing their status gave them an advantage.

David noticed that the teachers treated everyone equally. They did not care about social status. They focused on helping each student become a better wizard.

One afternoon, during a break, David sat alone under a tree, reading a book. Lucas and Mia walked over to him. "Hey, David," Lucas said. "Want to join us for lunch?"

David looked up and shook his head. "No, thank you," he said. "I prefer to be alone."

Mia smiled. "You're always studying," she said. "You should take a break sometimes."

David nodded but did not reply. He watched as Lucas and Mia walked away, chatting and laughing. He felt a pang of loneliness but pushed it aside. He had a goal, and he would not let anything distract him.

As the weeks passed, David continued to excel in his classes. He impressed his teachers with his intelligence and dedication. Professor Harlan often praised him in front of the class.

"David is a model student," Professor Harlan said one day. "He works hard and never gives up. You should all strive to be like him."

David felt a sense of pride but remained distant. He knew he was different from the others. His cold and nihilistic nature kept him apart, after all, he was bound to become the enemy of the world... But he did not mind. He had a purpose, and he was determined to achieve it.

At the end of each day, David would return to his dormitory room, thinking about everything he had learned.