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[Chapter 1]
"I can't believe I have to transfer!" Levy grumbled, unpacking her suitcase onto her new bed; she had a dorm room all to herself, but she still didn't feel like she was at home."I had to leave everyone behind," the memories of her friends back in her old town, Yule Stables, flooded her mind. There was Sawyer, who always made her laugh whenever she felt down. Turi had a way of showing her true colors through the artwork she displayed throughout the walls of Levy's old school, making jthe living Hell of a place a little brighter.

Now, all of that was gone. An exchange program that took place that year forced her to move to a town called Magnolia, and she was required to attend the only wizards' university in the town: Fairy Tail Magic Academy. Levy had no idea what it would be like in this new place, or how the students would welcome her, if they would even do that. All she could do for now was hope for the best.

There was a knock on the door that made Levy flinch. She trudged over to the door and opened it cautiously.

"Hello," a woman with long, silvery hair greeted her with a warm smile. "I'm Mirajane Strauss, your dorm neighbor!"

"Hi..." Levy replied, feeling a bit awkward with witnessing this strange girl's unnatural cheerfulness. The smile bore into her mind and made her head hurt.

"Are you getting along well?" Mirajane asked.

"I guess so," Levy said. "Although, I do wish I was back home."

"Oh, you'll love it here! Fairy Tail Magic Academy is one of the best wizarding schools in Fiore; all the best wizards have come here and earned their master's degree in magic."

"I know, I read the pamphlet," Levy remembered the overly colored brochure about the academy; the girls looked very perky, and extremely bouncy, while the boys seemed gruff and heavily muscled.

"I wouldn't pay any mind to that old thing," Mirajane purred. "The pamphlet is just for show. I can't really say that there aren't that many attractive students here, but they aren't as...emphasized as they are in the pamphlet."

'I can tell,' Levy thought; the woman didn't seem to take into consideration how full her chest was, but Levy wasn't going to be rude and point out this fact.

"Well, classes start in a half hour," Mirajane said. "I should be going. There should be a GPS lacrima in one of the drawers of the kitchen counter, if you need directions."

"Thank you," Levy mumbled.

"Bye!"

Levy shut the door and sighed with relief. 'She's a chatterbox, that's for sure.' She thought. 'But she's right, I need to get to class.'

She rooted through her clothes that lay on her bed, snatching up a pair of faded blue jeans and a tight fitted orange turtle neck. Levy lifted a yellow floral printed bandana from the pile and tied her hair into a high ponytail. Then, she slipped on a pair of laceless tennis shoes and made way for the door, making sure not to forget the GPS lacrima.

It took about fifteen minutes to find her way to her first class; Combat Training. Levy opened the door and entered to a frenzy of people being thrown and others being punched in the face. The teacher was not here yet, so she figured they would calm down when he got here.

"As Student Body President, I say that the only living being fit enough to spar with me is an immortal giant," one woman with dark, scarlet hair declared to two men who were sitting in front of her.

"No way, Erza," the man with pink hair argued. "I'm totally strong enough to take you on!"

"She'd beat you in a milisecond!" The other boy with black hair sneered. "I, on the other hand, could battle with her no problem."