Heaven or Hell? (Open)

Tristan opened his eyes to find himself somewhere he had never been before. He looked around, taking in the desks and the busy atmosphere. Satisfied that the scene matched with what he was told, the young boy turned to the man who had magically transported him here. The man was already walking away, but that was fine. Tristan was used to people ditching him to figure things out on his own.

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With a sigh, Tristan walked over to a chair and took a seat. He hated paperwork, and it seemed that there was no end to the pages he was given. Sure, most of it was filled out already, but that didn't really mean anything to him. It was mind numbing quantities of stuff that he couldn't even see properly with his new contacts acting up. He had never needed contacts before, so he still wasn't used to them. Looking around, blinking, not moving or blinking; everything caused his eyes to hurt and he knew it was the contact's fault.

Tristan sighed again. He didn't need to worry about the paperwork right now, as he understood. He had a week or so. What he really needed was to go around the school campus. Only problem was, he had no idea of where to get started. Pondering this led him to consider other aspects of the school. Eventually, he started asking himself questions that he really should have considered before agreeing wholeheartedly to the magical school.

What are the classes even about?

Tristan was about at the point where he would simply turn in the papers and claim everything on there was accurate, incomplete as it was. It was irritating that they simply couldn't have magicked the paperwork to fill itself out, but he understood that maybe magic didn't really work like that.

Is this even really worth it? he asked himself. He knew it was, of course. If he went back home- or anywhere else, for that matter- he would be tried for the murder of his mother. He understood that. He also understood that a little paperwork wasn't that high of a price for freedom. It was just so much work.

As Tristan debated prison over laziness, he noticed a cat walking out of one of the offices and almost towards him. Strange, he mused. This doesn't seem like a place a person could bring a pet. Of course, Tristan was not the sort who would turn down a god given distraction.

"Hey, pretty kitty," Tristan said in a sweet voice. "What are you doing here?" As he said this, he gave his fingers a little wiggle towards the cat, so as to entice it to come closer.

Well, seems I screwed up, Tristan thought with wide eyes. Magical, flaming, talking kitty. Okay. The boy stared for just a moment longer before regaining his composure. He looked over the cat once more before becoming very upset.

"Sure, this crap can happen but we can't have PAPERWORK THAT FILLS ITSELF OUT? COME ON!" He knew he was being loud for no real reason. He didn't care. It was a legitimate problem so far as he was concerned. Somebody needed to get on that.

He continued that train of thought for a few moments before he realized that he had probably insulted the cat. Of course, while he cared, he wasn't apologizing to a cat. He had some self respect, and it wasn't like he stepped on its tail.

"Daaawww," he said in a mocking version of his earlier sweet voice. "Pretty kitty wants to do paperwork? How adorable!" Tristan started to laugh. "Aww, does the pretty kitty have a name? Can the smart kitty tell me? Oh, I bet it's just as lovable as the pretty kitty itself!"

Tristan wanted to see just how far he could push his luck with magical creatures. He had to know where some sort of line was. If he didn't do it early, he could potentially get himself killed. Besides, it was just a cat with a sparky tail.

He could defend himself from that, even with his contacts messing up his vision.