Tweek had lived a relatively normal life up until that one moment. Its a cliché. But like all clichés, it was true.

He was walking to school with his friends, like he normally did on a Tuesday morning, when he saw the crow, that must have been hit by a car, left dead in the middle of the road.
It's like he felt an urge, as if something was drawing him to that crow, laying limp and lifeless on the ground. When he held it in his hands, he could feel the cold from the carcass slowly fade into warmth as the bird began to breathe once again. He had just resurrected a living being. Then it all fell to black.

Later that day Tweek woke up in his own bed. Which was quite a relief, that could mean that he was in the clear. Maybe no one saw? Better yet, maybe it didn't happen at all. However, it was the two men in suits stood next to his bed that answered all questions with one phrase. "You'll be coming with us now"

His parents waved him a goodbye as Tweek was practically dragged out the door kicking and screaming. By the time he got to on the train he decided that his life was practically over already so he may as well go along with it. On the train there was a woman with quite large blonde hair, and very funky looking glasses. He gave her a wary look as he was ushered next to her. With soothing words, she had managed to calm Tweek enough to explain to him what was going on. Victoria Principal was her name. She explained to the small blonde that he was being taken to a school, for people like him. Somewhere where he can be himself, and will be able to learn more about himself and this new power he had discovered.

And that was a summary of the events that lead him up to right now. It all seemed to have happened so fast, but there he was, stood in-front of a large white building. Not quite the white house. He's not that unlucky. The sign read "Miss Victoria's Academy for Exceptional Young Men".

When he turned to look at his escorts, they seemed to have vanished.

All of this was very hard to process. Tweek made his way up to the building and meekly knocked on the front door. It wasn't long until it swung open in-front of him, successfully making him jump on the spot. "Hi! You must be Tweek, come on in" The man at the door practically beamed. So this guy seemed friendly, he had a little ginger Afro. It was quite cute, maybe he was another student here.

"My name is Kyle; I'll be your teacher from now on"

Did he just say teacher? This kid looked the exact same age as Tweek.

"N-Nice to meet you" he stuttered back. No point introducing himself, Kyle seems to know him anyway.

"Your room is up the stairs to the left, room 3. You're sharing with a boy called Craig. Midday gathering is in half an hour; you can meet everyone else then" He walked off before the blonde even got chance to respond. White seemed to completely engulf him. The floors, the walls, and all the furniture he has seen thus far had been white. If it was decorated like this with the purpose of straining his eyes, then it was doing a pretty good job at it. The stairs, which were also white, branched off in two directions. He followed them to the left and found room 3 much quicker than he would have liked. Nervous about what his roommate would be like, he had to stop and take a deep breath before opening the door.

Wait a second.

That isn't any ordinary roommate. That is Craig Tucker. You Know. The celebrity.

Standing in the doorway staring with a blank expression was probably not the best way to go about this Tweek. Next time, a cooler approach would be much appreciated. Exhaling the smoke from his cigarette, Craig turned the page of his magazine, seemingly uninterested in his new roommate, who apparently has forgotten to breathe. "You must be the newbie"

... Is he talking to me?

Craig removed his eyes from his magazine and looked up at the wide eyed blonde stood at the door "...Well?"

"O-Oh! Yes... uh... I'm Tweek. Tweek Tweak" He was struggling to form a straight sentence. Then again, the blonde was always like this when meeting new people. Celebrity or not.

His new roommate nods and sits up to face him. "I assume by your reaction you already know who I am"

He meekly nods in response.

"What? Wasn't expecting to someone like me to be a freak as well?"

"Y-You're not a freak" He muttered shyly. Craig was a lot different in real life than how he is on TV. As if he was trying to figure Tweek out, he gave him a long stare. It was very uncomfortable to have those discerning blue eyes fixated on him.

He stands up and runs a hand through his jet black hair. He had to have been at leasta head taller than Tweek. "We should head down. Midday gathering is in 5 minutes" Oh yeah.That seemed to have slipped his mind. This was all still a lot to process so quickly.
He followed him down the stairs and into a large room, covered in painted portraits.

Two other guys his age were sat on some vintage couch around a coffee table. One had dark skin, short black hair and a warm smile.
The other jumped up and hugged Tweek. "Oh my God Tweek you're just as adorable as you sound!" he pulls back and pats his head "I'm Clyde, nice to meet you"

"Oh. Uh. Hi" Way to be awkward Tweek

Clyde just smiled even wider. "This is Token" he pointed to the dark skinned guy, who gave Tweek a little wave. They all sat down, and within a few minutes they were joined by Kyle. Opposite them all, he took a seat. "I'll give you a quick overview of this academy, it was established by Matthias Stone in 1868, the reigning supreme at that time. In its hay day the academy was home to as many as 60 boys, but since then, those numbers have dwindled."

"Why?" Tweek asked.

"We're a dying breed, many who knew they carried the bloodline chose not to breed."

"S-so… What's a supreme?"

"An average Wizard is born with a few natural gifts, but in each generation, there is one man who embodies countless gifts, some say all of them. He is the supreme"

"are you the supreme?"

Craig makes a snorting noise

Kyle looks at him disapprovingly. Then back at Tweek "No. I'm like you, just a wizard. And a teacher, I'm here to help you identify your gifts, and teach you how to control them."

"Yeah right. He means to suppress them" Token interrupted

"Not suppress Token, control. There is no need to hide our powers if we know how to use them efficiently."

Dinner later was certainly interesting. Kyle wasn't there so it was just the four students. And of course, all attention was on Tweek.

"So. What are you in for?" Craig asked, looking at him with those icy blue eyes of his.

"Uh, I-" The small blonde stuttered out before he was interrupted by Clyde. "Oh my god, you can bring things back to life?!"

"H-How did you...?"

"He's a clairvoyant." Token stated.

"Freaky isn't it?" Craig spat,

"simmer down Mr Movie star" Clyde rolled his eyes. Suddenly, his glass of water went flying towards him and smashed off his head. He cried out and clutched his head in pain.

"Craig what the fuck?!" Token yelled, he grabbed his fork and stabbed it into his own hand.

Craig cried out in pain, Tweek watched in utter fear as a fork shaped wound appeared on the back of his roommate's hand.

"Fucking stop it you fuckwad!"

"Stop what? I don't feel anything"

Despite his smug and teasing tone, he removed the fork from his hand. "Come on Clyde" he said as he helped the brown haired teen out the room. It looked like he was crying. Poor kid.

"What a baby. I hate those idiots" Craig mumbled as he wrapped a napkin around his new wound. Tweek could tell already that he was going to have a hard time adjusting to this place.

Craig glanced at his phone, then looked Tweek up and down.

"...W-What?" He asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Wanna' come to a party with me tonight?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, why not? You can borrow some of my clothes if you want"

If they'll fit.

"Well... Yeah, okay. I guess I'll go"