Academy of the Countless

Log RME4Y-004

I was told what magic I had via letter. I'm going to assume that you've read the files provided and know. That said, if you haven't you'll probably be able to deduce what magic I master in based off what classes I have. But first, there was a day I spent in my dorm. I'm... not the most social. Although, I did receive a knock at my door. It surprised me, considering that knock was late at night. Obviously, I opened the door. Benedicta stood out there, a complete mess. It looked like she just won a wrestling match with a cement truck, but then lost one with a dumpster. I'm not joking, she stunk like a dumpster, but she had bits of trash stuck to her with bits of half-dried cement.

"Can I help you?"

"Sorry, you were the closest person who appeared to be about my size."

"What?"

"When we met in your arrival room, I noticed you and I are roughly the same shirt and pant size. I'm in a bit of a situation. I just need to shower here and borrow some clothes. Once I get back to my room I'll change into my clothes, and then I'll bring whatever I borrow back."

"I don't have any clothes!"

"Yes, you do. Standard issue to all new students. Right now you have approximately twenty-five possible outfits in your closet."

"How do yo-"

"Standard issue. We can't have students run around naked. That's just awkward for everyone. Out of curiosity, why haven't you checked the closet yet?"

"I didn't expect clothing to just magically appear. Although that should have been obvious, now that I think about it.*

"Yeah, it should have. Moving on, I really need your help. I would normally just walk on into my room, but I don't want to risk the higher-ups seeing this. I'm trying to qualify to teach the new classes they're opening up next semester, and..." Benedicta looked down to the ground.

"I understand. Come in, quickly."

I pulled her inside, handed her a towel, and directed her to the bathroom. She got undressed, I took her clothes and stuffed them in a plastic bag I had no use for. I then proceeded to search the closet. I decided a t-shirt and shorts would be best, and I set them on the toilet while she was showering.

Eventually, she came out, thanked me, and went home. Well, to her room. Not really a home, but that's my opinion.

The next day, Benedicta herself delivered the letter informing me of my Mastery. She thanked me, gave me my clothes back, and informed me they had been laundered. That was about it.