Galathee magi-child had another last name, but she was not called by that one anymore.
Magi-child, the child of magic, was not a name to be taken literally, but it served its function.
It was an honorary name given by The Contrit Magi, or as they were more commonly known, the Mage's Council.
Given to people whose connection with magic was so far beyond normal that it seemed like they were favoured by it, therefore, the name.
Miss Galathee had her caretakers scared out of their minds when they lost her, only to find her flying, trying to chase a bird.
As she was still unable to walk at that time, that feat alone was enough for the council to name her as Magi-child before she could even talk properly.
At the age of seven, she managed to make a field of flowers bloom when a flower she was holding lost a petal.
At the age of thirteen, she cursed an accomplished mage to lose his teeth and hair, all because he accidentally stumbled on one of her favoured toys.
After that, her fame came from creating spells and discovering an entirely new way to use lightning magic, and the occasional scandal involving her cursing some arrogant noble or other.
The door to his room swung open silently, and Place swept his eyes around.
All three of his roommates were still sound asleep.
He made his way to his bedside and opened his luggage.
He brought out a small device and held it up to the faint light coming from the large windows.
"Not too long before sunrise." He muttered. 'Not a good idea to sleep now.'
Not that he could sleep, his mind was running circles, and now that the presences watching him had disappeared, he could dive into it.
The first and most important question on his mind.
Why did the 'Friends' know him, and why did they react like that?
'Time to think.'
Place sat down against the foot of his bed, staring at the tiled floor as his back rested against the wood.
He spent a few minutes thinking and came up with a few theories.
'No.1,' He started to organize them in his mind.
'My name is the same as someone, or something famous to them. A possible theory, but it didn't make sense, a similar name would only bring a bit of surprise, not the shock that they displayed.'
'No.2, I am that certain someone, and for some reason, I lost my memories. That doesn't feel right, the Thing seemed to be guiding me away from a certain path, not towards one.'
He let a slow breath.
'No.3, I become someone famous in the future, and I am not where I am supposed to be.'
He was breathing slowly, steadily, keeping his emotions locked, he needed rationality right now.
'Because Thing interfered in my destined trajectory, and guided me away from my fate.'
He had a good idea about what his original fate would have been, and he didn't like it.
He let out a huff of amusement as he leaned his head back against the wood.
'Looks like I owe it even more.' A smile appeared on his face as he shut his eyes.
'I really need to find out how to punch its face.'
***
"Zandre." Place called out, trying to wake the only one still asleep.
No reaction.
"Zandre." He called out again as he lightly shook his shoulder.
No reaction.
"Zandre." He shook a little bit harder.
"Wow he's a deep sleeper." Otis remarked as he put on the blue and black uniform.
"Undisciplined, I see." Raise remarked as he rolled his shoulder. "I would have been splashed with water by now. Shall we leave him?"
"Hn." Place straightened, ready to agree, when a sudden mental jerk made him stop.
He leaned down again.
"ZANDRE!!!" He screamed into the sleeper's ear.
He moved back just in time, as the poor creature jumped awake.
"AHH!!!"
Place stepped back and gestured grandly to the other two.
"A simple task." He stated as Zandre rubbed his ear.
Otis and Raise just stared blankly at him.
Place turned back to Zandre.
"Do get ready as fast as possible, it would not be a good first impression to be late on the first day."
"What? Oh! Right!"
Zandre went from confusion to understanding, to panic in the span of a single second, and was now scrambling to get ready.
"Why don't the two of you go first? I will stay to wait for him, as I believe he doesn't know the way."
"Good luck." Otis waved and left. "See you in class." Followed by Raise.
Place sat down on a chair and watched Zandre get ready.
The next few minutes were a whirlwind of movement as Place watched him trip over everything, put on everything backwards, hit his foot on the furniture three times, and manage to choke on a pen.
He quietly watched the absurdity, noting everything as his mind went back a few moments ago.
'Make sure that he isn't late to anything, and if he is, make sure he doesn't make any friends during that time.'
That had been literally the first line of the mission involving Zandre, and Place had memorized it by heart.
'Why did it slip my mind?'
The mission's contents had to alert him, otherwise he would have just let him sleep.
'Did something affect my thinking?'
It was possible, with so many things watching him now, but that seemed unlikely.
The Thing wouldn't let its friends do something like that.
Zandre finally got ready, and Place stood up.
"Let's go!" Zandre opened the door and sprinted out.
Place let out a curse and sprinted after him.
He rushed out of the building and called out to his roommate.
"You're going the wrong way!"
Zandre skidded, and faceplanted as he tried to stop.
He jumped back to his feet and ran back.
Place held up a hand, pointing to the general direction of their destination.
"We have to-"
Zandre glanced at his pointing finger, and ran past him.
Place stood still for a second, processing what had just happened.
"Stop running!" He shouted as he also burst into a sprint after his target.
'Oh dear, what kind of mission did I accept?'
He had a bad feeling.