Nathanial entered the huge building, which was disguised as a prestigious arts school. He got a floor plan of the building, the confusing twists and turns lead to classrooms, the classrooms lead to other classrooms. The floor plan was confusing like this so normals would get lost and spiral back to the entrance.

     Nathanial wandered around, finding the patterns in the building. "1-31... 1-37... 1-43..." he muttered the classroom numbers as he passed.

    He soon stopped at a set of double doors. "The Testing Room," Nathanial whispered to no person in particular. He gently knocked on the door, waiting for the door to open.

      "Name?" a questioning voice asked behind the protection of the door.

      "Nathanial. I mean- Nathanial Howard, sir," Nathanial replied, flustered with embarrassment. The door slowly creaked open.

      "Come in, Nathanial. Please, sit," the voice from before insisted. The voice belonged a man, most likely in his late thirties or early forties. Though, if that man was truly in around the age Nathanial estimated, he would be about five inches shorter than an average normal in that age area. The man gestured to seats, only about five were filled up. Nathanial sat in an empty chair, resting there for what seemed like hours.

     He silently listened to the chit-chatter of other students. Suddenly, the man from before called out, "Nathanial Howard, the Headmaster is ready to see you."

     Nathanial grabbed his suitcase and stood, approaching the Headmaster's office. He gently shoved the door open. "Ah, Nathanial, a pleasure to meet you. I am Ms. Oliver," the headmaster introduced herself while shuffling though papers, "Ah. Here it is. Your partner."

      "Pardon me, Ms. Oliver, I am a soloist..." Nathanial declared.

       Ms. Oliver gently put a hand on Nathanial's. "Your partner is a soloist too.