So far so good, or interesting; I can't wait to meet more people…especially one that I can loathe.

After turns, twists, turn backs and suffering, we got to the main hall. The main hall is where you are if you enter Shibusen; at least, I hope so.

"Found it!" Salamon said as he pointed to a door that was named Guidance. He knocked and we walked into it.

Just like a normal office. It had a rolling chair, a complex desk, computers, papers, and very comfortable looking chair that I attacked. It felt so good finally sitting down, and the chair was comfortable. After some time I noticed the person behind the computer.

She had long, dark sandy hair, greenish blue eyes, minimal make up, and stylish clothing. She looks like an older version of Bea for some reason.

"Hola Elena," Salamon said with a descent Spanish accent.

"Hey Gary," Elena smiled at us. "I got the message from Lucy."

"Great," Salamon said with a Spanish accent over the 'r.'

"I need a picture, and basic information from you," She looked at me, "Gary."

It's funny and a bit embarrassing that she knows my name.

"I'm an open book," I stood up from the comfy chair and sat down next to her, on a not-so-much-comfortable chair.

"I need the regular, full name, date of birth, place of birth, and your class."

"Well, my full name is Pásztor Gergő. Spelled P-A-S-Z-T-O-R, but there is a Hungarian accent over the 'a', G-E-R-G-O, and a Hungarian accent over the 'o' but ignore them. Pásztor is my surname…we do things different in Hungary;" I smile. "I was born on April 22nd, 1996, six thirty-two in the morning, in Nyíregyháza, spelled N-Y-I-R-E-G-Y-H-A-Z-A. Accents over the 'i' and the first 'a.' And I am a ninth grader now?" I'm not sure what she means by class.

"Okay, but I mean, like, are you a Meister, Weapon, Witch or something else?"

"Ooooh…duh, okay. Sorry. I'm a Meister, according to him anyway." I pointed at Salamon with my thumb.

"Purrfect." She chuckles a bit. "Now, please stand on the Shinigami Skull." I scanned the floor, nowhere, I couldn't find it. "Salamon, get off of it." She rolls her eyes.

"My bad." He smiled childishly and stepped to the side. There, it's a Shingami Skull. I stepped on it.

"Okay, say cheese." She grabbed a joystick.

"Saaaajt." She pressed the button. She didn't specify the language. 'Sajt' means cheese in Hungarian.

"Good, we'll have it done by Tuesday." Tuesday? That is…after tomorrow? Tomorrow's Monday, starting school day! I so forgot it…I'm doomed.

"Thousand thanks Elena, and, do you anything about the parcel I ordered?" Salamon asked cheerfully.

"One week and it will be here."

"Even better. Adios!"

"Goodbye."

"Bye guys, enjoy your day."

ID check, luggage not.

We are outside of Shibusen. I hope I won't see it until tomorrow morning.

"Now that we've done everything, we can go home and enjoy our Saturday," Salamon said.

"Oh, no. Remember? You said my luggage is here from Belgium."

"Mmm…Did I?" He asks confused.

"Yes, I remember."

"Or do you?"

"Yes I'm sure."

"Or are you?"

"Don't make me kick you in the crotch, because I will."

"Nah, doesn't ring a bell." He shakes his head, ignoring my threat.

"You said my stuff is here."

"Oh yeah! Your stuff…now I remember." What the heck? "You said that your 'luggage is here from Belguim' no that your 'stuff is here.' Silly boy." I still kicked his shin. "What was that for!"

"You absent minded." He only laughed, and walked down the stairs. "Say, are you always this forgetful?"

"No, not really. This happens rarely, and I hate it."

"SIIIN!" A girl yells behind us. "Salamon! You forgot to pick me up!" She runs to us.

It's a girl, wait, no duh, I already told myself that 'a girl yells' so yes…whatever. Being absent minded is contagious. So, where was I? Oh yes, describing the girl. She had black hair with neon blue highlights, only a few though, with gray blue eyes. She wore a mini skirt thingy, under it, black jeans with gray stars. She wore a black sweatshirt with gray moths on them, and the hoodie had two antlers.

"I'm sorry…"

"Siiin!" She points at Salamon. "Oh hey, I'm Keely." She hugs me.

"I'm Gary…?" I wonder why she hugged me, oh well, free hug!

"Now you shall carry me to the Deathstation!" She exclaims as she jumps on Salamon's back and points to a direction.

"Two birds with one rock…yay."

Now Keely is actually normal…ish, compared to the other two, Salamon and Bea; but there is Kevin and I think her partner Ruby, Nejc and Dominic, and Morgen and Tisdale. Though, I really haven't talked to Kevin, Ruby or Tisdale. Anyhow, I'll have time for that tomorrow.

"Hey Keely, " I look up to her as she is scanning the place high above on Salamon's shoulders.

"Yeees?" She looks at me.

"What are you?" I ask her, and for some reason the question sounds very awkward.

"Well," she says, scratching her chin, "let me play with my mustache." She starts to twist the air above her mouth, like she really has mustache. "Last time I checked, I was a girl," she says, looking at me.

Really? Who knew…

"That is…not what meant." I chuckle, because the expression she made afterwards, was just funny. "I mean, are you a Meister or a Weapon?"

"Neither."

"But…you area student at DWMA, you should be either one of them."

"No you don't."

"Yes you do."

"No you don't."

"Yes you do."

"NO YOU DON'T!" She says with a childish voice, kicking her legs, just like a little kid would do when it has a lash-out. "I'm a Witch." She poses, her right hand sideways pointing to the sky, her left hand on her hip.

A second witch? Wait…no, yes. Two witches.

"And my sister…well, you know, family-of-choice sister, Meg is a Witch too. But there is Kim, she's a Witch and a Meister…and Lucy and Rachel, along with Medusa."

Information overload! To sum it up, Keely, Meg, Kim, Lucy and Rachel they are-

"And Dimitra and Sharon. They're Witches too. That gives Shibusen eight Witches."

That's a lot…and it gives me the idea that not all Witches are evil.

"Wait, Salamon, stop!" Keely squeals, and she jumps down.

"What?"

"I'm tired," she stretches.

"Tired of what? It was I who carried you!"

"Oh shut up, I am not even making you sweat, but it is I who has to hang and clang onto you! You're six feet tall, HUGE! Like a giant, I need all my power to hang onto you." She smiles. "Just kidding, I just needed to stretch. Ally-oop." She jumps up, and we continue on our road.

Not so much time and we arrive to the Deathstation.

"Slow down, my dear stallion." Keely pulls Salamon's hair, and jumps down. "Thanks for the ride," with a poof she disappears in a smoke of moths.

"She can do that? Wow…"

"It's Keely, she can do lotsa stuff."

"Salamon, Salamon!" A lady calls. "Gary's luggage is here."

"Aha! It is my luggage." I poke Salamon.

"Thanks Tina," Salamon says.

"In this room," the lady points and Salamon walks in it. He reappears with four five luggage, walks a bit, and throws one at me. I stepped back, and grabbed the luggage by the handle, spun and stopped. How did I do this? Don't ask me.

"Come on now, tomorrow we have school, and it is already two A.M."

Call me crazy, I start to like this place and the people in it.