Alex entered the DADA classroom with a mix of fear and excitement. His uncle Excelsior had told him what an exiting class this was and how valuable the information he was going to learn would be to him in the future. Why, it might even save his life for all he knew. Looking about, he quickly observed that the other students appeared to be just as excited as he was, which he took a a really good sign.

He found a seat towards the middle, not too far up front nor too far back. Placement was everything or so he had managed to convince himself, in any case.