The Great Adventure of Aaron Appelapolous
The journey to Branblod is slow and dull, and strangely uneventful. As you arrive at the enormous iron gates of the school, you are immediately greeted by the head master himself.
"Ugh. It's you." the headmaster scratches his bald head, "I was hoping you wouldn't make it."
"Don't worry sir, I have." you smile proudly.
"Well, I suppose I shouldn't bother to remind you not to act like such an idiot this time?" the headmaster frowns deeply.
"Sure thing, sir!"
"Right." bald man sighs and shakes his head, not for a moment believing that such a request could be followed. "Come this way, I'll show you to your room."
"Ugh. It's you." the headmaster scratches his bald head, "I was hoping you wouldn't make it."
"Don't worry sir, I have." you smile proudly.
"Well, I suppose I shouldn't bother to remind you not to act like such an idiot this time?" the headmaster frowns deeply.
"Sure thing, sir!"
"Right." bald man sighs and shakes his head, not for a moment believing that such a request could be followed. "Come this way, I'll show you to your room."