The next day was the start of the school week and the Awakener Supreme was starting with a bang.
The morning air swept through the courtyards of the academy; crisp, cold, and practically vibrating with anticipation.
Outside the massive wrought-iron gates of the institution, a fleet of gothic buses sat idling. They looked like normal buses, but the steel was stronger and they were adorned with spiked arches and architecture of gargoyles.
Beneath their chassis, heavy treads rested on the cobblestones, while the engines vented soft plumes of colored steam into the morning mist.
"Keep the lines moving! First Years take the first seven buses!"
"Second Years take the next five buses!"
"Third Years to the next four!"
"Fourth Years, the next four after that!"
"Fifth Years? Any Fifth Year that wishes to go, we have two royal buses for you!"
