Hi, this is my first Magicians Fic. Please read if you are a fan of the magicians. This will be Pg - 13 compared to the TV-MA rating on the show so other teens can enjoy it. Thank you and please leave any suggestions in the comments.

"Hello, my name is Alex. No, My name is Alexis Case." I was practicing for my interview with the headmaster at Stanford. I start mumbling to myself as I walk over to my bedroom. I have a small apartment. One room, baby kitchen, tiny bathroom, decent closet, and a small tv. I had decorated it like I normally do, as minimalistic as possible. I put on the professional black blouse with a grey pencil skirt. Not to casual, not trying to hard. Perfect. I slip on my black flats with knee high socks and grab my bag. I always keep my bag with me. It seem to be never ending yet I find what I need in a matter of seconds. The elevator was full. There must be crazy deals today. I step outside my apartment and breathe in the fresh air to calm my nerves. The street is abnormally busy for a Sunday, with cabs and cars rushing to get someplace or another. I hail a cab and get in. "Stanford, please." I tell the cab driver.

"You a teacher?" He asked.

"Oh no, I'm going for an interview. I'm going to be late, please drive."

"Okay, Stanford it is." The car drive seemed to take forever. I was too nervous to look outside the windows, so I just pulled out my resume and went over every detail. "We here, miss nervous." The cab driver said.

"Thank you." I pulled out the money with a decent tip for the rush and got out of the cab. It was 8:45 and my interview was at 9:30. I walked around the campus, looking around when my phone buzzes. Time for my interview. I run over to the main hall and walk into the building. "Wow, this is incredible." I was awestruck. The floors were some kind of marble and there was engravings on pillars that decorated the walls. "Ma'am, please hurry along. There are people that need to be here." The secretary said.

"Actually, I'm here to see the headmaster." I replied.

"Oh, okay. Just take that elevator up to the top floor and take the auditorium doors on your left."

"Thank you." I followed her instructions.

When I exited the elevator, the surroundings looked completely different. I saw a sign that said "Admittance test here" pointing to the auditorium. I entered and saw at least fifty people around my age sitting at desks with blue books in front of them. There was a tall man at the front of the auditorium. "Sit down, you're late. Okay everyone. This is a test for your entrance into Brakebills Academy. You must answer as many questions as you can in one minute. Does everyone have a pencil?" A collective yes was heard through the room, including me. "Then your test begins now." He clicked down on a stopwatch. I start answering the first question. A pretty simple riddle that I finished in about five seconds. Then it changed. Not like I flipped the page, but the riddle page morphed into another page with a different question on it. This time it was harder, a long math equation, but I recognized it as soon as it appeared. I solved it off the top of my head. This continued for a while. Some of the questions I answered, some disappeared before I finished. "Time, everyone hand in your tests and report to the room on the given card." I just noticed the wooden boxes with people standing behind them. I filed in behind other people that looked just as confused as I was. "How did you get here?" I started asking people around me. They weren't registering me. To be honest, I would respond either. I'd sound like a nutjob. I slipped my booklet into the wooden box. The man behind the box handed me a slip. It had fancy handwriting on the front saying "Brakebills Academy" with what I think is the headmaster's name. I flip it over and it says "Level 15, Room 1500. Be there at 10:30am. Don't be late." I put the note in my pocket and left for the elevators. I had just noticed that the outer wall was made of mirrors so I could see the campus. There was a huge courtyard that had tall buildings on all sides of it. It looked like a normal collage. People drinking, smoking, walking, talking. It seemed normal. So I turned back to the elevator that I had just left from to get here and it was gone. So I followed the path of people headed away from where I was. Believe it or not, there was an elevator. "Fifthteenth floor please." I said. I heard whispers coming from other passengers on the elevator. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. That just means you have to audition to get in." One of the preppy looking girls said.

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"Just means that you're undecided." She answered. The rest of the elevator ride was awkwardly silent. I got out of the elevator and the preppy girl sarcastically waved me goodbye. I knew I wasn't going to be there long. I checked my watch, 10:25. Why was I so nervous, I just appeared here. I should be worried about my Stanford interview. I paced back and forth until I heard someone call my name. I walked into an office with a woman. The room wasn't big, like a work office. There was a long table at the end of the room with four people sitting down and the man that was hosting the test standing next to the door. "Hello, Alexis. We would like you to show us some magic."

"Like, card tricks?"

"No, real magic. You know what I mean."

"Alright." I started to close my eyes and think of something to do. Then my hands just started moving. I had no idea what I was doing, but obviously the 'judges' did. My hands were moving in ways that didn't make any sense and fire started coming out of them. Then I cupped my hands together and a fire that was changing colors sat in my hand. The judges applauded me. I was so overwhelmed I passed out.

I woke up in a hospital bed with women and men in white uniforms standing around me. "It's alright. Hi, you can call me Dean. I brought you here after you passed out in the testing room. That spell you cast was extremely high level for a newcomer. How did you do it?" The Dean asked.
"I got it out of one of your heads. Wait, I sound crazy. Don't I?"

"No, that just means you are a psychic. A powerful one at that. You can pull information out of closed minds and memorize it. Okay, get some rest. When you wake back up we will have someone take you to the only dorm with room left. Sorry." I dozed off after that, hoping that it was all a dream.