@highkingborn starter from ALEC
The briefing for --- Fillory --- for Brakebills University for Magical Pedagogy, still had Alec's head reeling a bit. Some of it wasn't all that shocking. (Afterall, Idris was hidden from most of the world too.) Some of it sounded ridiculous to him. (The whole storybook series for one was a bit silly to him. He couldn't picture someone being stupid enough to write about the Shadowhunter homeland.) Yet he still knew this was just the tip of the iceberg of understanding everything about these places. The testing that had taken place prior was weird. He'd never enjoyed taking paper tests. He much preferred doing things out in the field or in a training room. And the way the test seemed to change from one moment to the next was just bizarre. Almost like it was an on going glamour that couldn't decide what it was supposed to be.
Yet, low and behold, he was told he received the highest marks of the Shadowhunters tested. He would continue the path to diplomacy by getting better acquainted with the University and by extension, Fillory. Most of his classes were proving interesting even if he felt like such a beginner with the actual magic part. Seeing Mundanes who were able to learn magic not dissimilar to warlocks wasn't completely unheard of in his own world but it was no where near as common as he was seeing now.
With his first week of classes done, Alec was looking forward to fitting in some of his usual training along with his course work. It felt weird to be away from The Institute this long but the Dean had allowed him to set up an archery range in the woods. Turning a blind corner into the next hallway, stack of books in his arms -- some reading to catch up to the rest of the class -- Alec turned right into a nearly equally tall man. Half of the books tumbled out of his arms as he cursed under his breath. "--Dammit--Sorry. Are you alright?"
