Disclaimer: I do not own Hanako Games' Magical Diary.

Much as I like Horse Hall, I am really looking forward to Wolf Hall (if it ever comes out). In the meantime, I decided to work on this story, which features an original character from Toad Hall. Why Toad Hall, you ask? I like writing eccentric characters.


Chapter 1: I'm a Wizard

-September 1st, Sunday-

(Oh wow, this is such an experience! I can't believe it: I'm actually going to a magic school! What kind of spells will I learn? Is this going to be like "Harry Potter"? Oh gosh, oh geez, I feel like narrating my experience. Unless these people can read minds or there are aliens eavesdropping on my brain, then I'll be narrating to no one, but oh well, doesn't matter now, does it?)

My name is Adrian Robertson and I am fifteen years old. I have short, feathered black hair and blue eyes. My hobbies are playing Magic: The Gathering and pen and paper role playing games. Also, I am apparently a wizard.

I discovered my magical potential three years ago, shortly after one particularly bad episode of bullying at school. One student whacked me across the head with one of my role playing books before ripping out the pages. I ran into the boys' restroom and cried in one of the stalls. I was clenching my hair in fury when it suddenly caught on fire. I screamed and, on impulse, I dunked my flaming head into the toilet bowl.

The flames were extinguished, but when I looked at the toilet seat I had gripped on, I saw that the plastic was melting beneath my fingertips. I pulled my hands away and saw that my fingertips were glowing red. I ran to the sink and ran cold water on them. Steam rose and the fire alarm went off. Teachers thought I was smoking in the bathroom, so I got in trouble. No one would believe me when I told them I set my hair on fire, though they did have to wonder about the melted spots on the toilet seat.

Shortly afterwards, for some odd reason, no one talked about what had happened in the bathroom. An old woman met with me after school and explained that I was someone with magical potential. Apparently, she was a "Seeker", someone trained to detect and find those who have just awakened to their abilities. She then gave me a choice: go to a magic school when I reach 9th grade or abandon magic and forget everything related to it.

Three years later, I am walking down a path in the woods that led to Iris Academy. My parents dropped me off, thinking I was just going to a boarding school. I am carrying only one suitcase, containing a few clothes, role playing books, cards, and personal items. When I received the letter of acceptance to the school, it came with a package containing my school outfit and the key to my hall room. Inside the package were robes with a yellow cape and a belt with an insignia of a frog, which I was wearing now. Apparently, because of my strange nature, I was assigned to be in Toad Hall.

Up ahead, I see a couple of buildings in a big clearing. I was honestly not expecting such posh looking buildings. I guess I've been reading too much Harry Potter. Then again, considering that electronic devices are not allowed, this place might not be too far off from being an old time setting.

(That stinks that we can't bring any electronics. True, I have role playing books and cards, but I can't live without Internet. Or my iPod, or my video games, or my phone, or TV. How am I-?)

My thoughts are interrupted when I see two people in the front courtyard. One was an older man in brown robes and a gray pointed hat. The other was a girl around my age with long, purple hair. It looked like the older man, most likely a teacher, was scolding at the girl for some reason. As I got closer, I could hear what they were saying.

"-studies than you do to when you are walking, Miss Sue, or you'll find yourself expelled from this academy before the new year." The man warned in a British accent.

"Y-yes sir—I mean, yes professor." The girl turned her head away.

With a small "hmph", the professor walked away.

(Harsh.)

The girl turned her head to look around and noticed me. I saw that in addition to her purple hair, she also had bright green eyes and was wearing robes similar to mine, except her cape was green and her belt had the insignia of a horse. Behind her, she carried a suitcase, meaning that she was also new here. She ran up to me and asked, "Are you new here, too?"

"New as an egg." I said.

"O…kay then. I'm Mary Sue. What's your name?"

"Adrian Robertson. So, did you get in trouble or something?"

Mary frowned. "I bumped into that professor while trying to find my Hall. He even gave me demerits!"

"Sorry to hear that."

"Say, if you're new here, too, then why don't we look for our Halls together?"

"Nah, I'll be fine on my own."

I walked off and starting looking for my Hall. Turns out, finding it was easier than Mary implied it would be. It was simple: the front of the Hall had a stained glass window with a picture of a toad on it. To the left of the Hall were two more Halls with stained glass windows of a wolf and a bird of prey. On the opposite end of those Halls were three more with windows showing a horse, butterfly, and snake. I saw Mary enter the Hall with the horse window. I turned around and went inside my Hall.

The inside was pretty simple: no decorations, clean windows, and a polished wood floor. I fished out the letter from the pocket my robes to refresh my memory of where my room would be. It said I would have to share the room with two other students, and that my room number was 6. Seeing that the doors going forward were in numerical order, I had no trouble finding my room. I fished out the key that came with the letter and let myself in.

The room itself was large, but was crowded by three beds, a small bookshelf, and one big dresser. I saw that one of the beds had someone—.

(What is that?!)

"Gah!" I yelped.

Sitting on one of the beds was a boy with brown skin and gray hair. What caught me off guard was that he had dog ears and a tail like an anthromorph. Startled by my own yelp, the boy also yelped and backed up against the wall.

"W-what is it?!" The boy asked.

"Y-you have ears and a tail!" I pointed at him.

"Oh, these?" The boy lightly touched one of his ears. "I'm a Wulver. Um…have you never seen one before?"

"No." I paused for a moment before saying, "Uh, sorry about that. I just wasn't expecting to see…"

"I see. You must be wildseed, then."

"Wildseed?"

"Someone who can do magic, but isn't born to magical parents."

"Oh, so like a Muggle."

"A what?"

"Nevermind. Uh, so what's your name? I'm Adrian."

"Manuel. I got here a minute ago and was about to unpack when—Aaaah!"

Manuel backed up again and pointed at me. I said, "Again, sorry about that."

"No, behind you!"

I turned around and saw—.

(Moose!)

"Gaaaah!"

I backed into the room. Standing there was a human with the head of a moose. It took me a second to see that, unlike Manuel's ears and tail, the head was obviously fake. The figure just stood in place and stared. I noticed that on his chest was one of those "Hello, my name is" stickers. Written in the blank space was the word "Meese".

I was the first to speak. "Can I help you?"

"I am your roommate." The voice that answered was slightly muffled by the fake head. "Today, I am Meese."

"'Today'? What are you on every other day?"

"It depends on what I feel like being."

"Um, can I ask a question?" Manuel asked as he scooted off the bed.

"Certainly."

"Well, why are you wearing that moose head?"

"Because today, I am Meese. May I please come in?"

I moved out of the way. Meese walked into the room, dragging his suitcase behind him. He went to the bed furthest from the door and placed the suitcase on top of it. He proceeded to unpack. As much as I wanted to continue to stare at him, I went over to the last available bed and also started unpacking.

We spent the next few minutes in silence, doing nothing but unpacking and putting away things. I found that we had to share the big dresser, so we each picked a drawer for ourselves. There was room for the few clothes I packed, as well as my card collection. My role playing book collection was placed on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf. I caught glimpses of what my roommates had on them, aside from clothes. Manuel had a few books on him, adventure books by the look of them.

(I think we're going to get along quite well.)

Meese, on the other hand, had…quite a collection of hats on him. There was a sailor hat, an explorer's hat, a soldier's hat, a top hat, a bowler hat, a straw hat…there were just too many hats to list them all.

(How did he fit them all into that suitcase? And he hasn't even taken that moose head off.)

"If you will pardon me for a few minutes." Meese spoke up.

He left the room. Manuel and I stared at the door, then at each other. I wanted to say something, and it looked like he did too, but we said nothing. I looked at Meese's now empty suitcase and saw that there was a travel tag on it. I walked up to it and examined it closely. I saw that he had come from Maine and that his name was not Meese, but Wally Ignatius.

"Wally Ignatius." I read aloud.

I looked at Manuel as if expecting an answer from him. Instead of saying anything, he lightly shook his head. I went back to my side of the room just as Wally returned. In an attempt to find out more about our mystery roommate, I asked, "So, are you wildseed too, Wally?"

"It's 'Meese'." Wally snarled. This caught both Manual and me off guard. As quickly as he had snapped, he resumed his nice persona. "Anyways, I am not wildseed, as both of my parents can do magic. Judging by your question, I take it you are wildseed?"

"Yeah. Everything is new to me." I tried not to glance at Manuel.

"I will be happy to answer any questions you have. Oh my, I forgot to ask for your names."

"O-oh yeah." Manuel spoke up. "I'm Manuel."

"And I'm Adrian."

"Manuel, Adrian, I hope that we can become good roommates."

(Note to self: do not call him "Wally". At least he's polite…maybe too polite.)

"I have taken the liberty of looking around campus and I can show you around, if you like."

"That would be nice." Manuel said.

"Yeah." I nodded.

For the next hour, Wa—I mean Meese showed us around campus. In addition to the Halls, we saw the classrooms, cafeteria, and gym, which had a stage for plays and announcements. During our tour, Manuel told us that tomorrow was Freshmen Orientation, and that we would have to be at the gym in the morning. Good thing he told us; that was the one thing from the letter that had slipped my mind (yes, I had the letter on me, but still).

Today was a strange start to a new environment. Who knows what else I would learn and experience from this point on? I can certainly say that this year will be like nothing I've ever experienced before.


Next time, Freshman Orientation and the first day of class.

Since I will be bringing a lot of attention to Magic: The Gathering in later chapters, I will go ahead and say that I do not own it, either.

As not much attention has been given to Manuel in the actual game, I will try to make a character out of him. Wally is also an original character of mine while Mary Sue is…Mary Sue.

Also, I doubt that Manuel is a werewolf, so I decided to call him a Wulver (though the physical description is different from the real thing). Wulvers will be explained later on.