A/N: I'm back again dear reader, bearing another chapter for your enjoyment. I was thinking of doing five fun little school chapters before getting into the revolution, this maybe counting as one of them.

1608, Tristain, Magic Academy

Jean gazed up at the academy's beautifully crafted stone archway with a mixture of awe and relief. The intricate masonry glaring down at him menacingly.

I'm finally here thought Jean it took ten long years of planning and plotting, fighting and scheming. Yes, there were times when I thought it impossible, but I've made it, alive and more ready than ever! Jean realized now was not the time for celebration. For he was only at the beginning.

He walked through the courtyard impressed with his surroundings. The green, freshly trimmed grass shimmered in the sun, still wet with dew. Jean inhaled deeply, making a note to save this memory as a mark for future generations to look back upon.

...

Across the courtyard, on a bench, sat a second year girl. The girl, Francesca, secretly eyed the red haired boy with hidden admiration. From his rough chiseled features, to his messy crimson hair to the strong muscular body that supported him... Alright "eyed" might not have been the best choice of words. More precise would be ogled or gazed longingly. Or perhaps most suitable would be visually molested.

But poor Francesca couldn't help herself! Noble life was just so terribly droll. Her mother forced this dull life upon Francesca, chiding her at every turn. It was always "Sit up straight Francesca, use the salad fork Francesca, marry an arrogant fool without complaint Francesca!" It was simply unbearable!

But this boy, he was different. His solid gait commanded respect, his wavy red locks symbolized a burning passion he kept inside him. He was intimidating, fierce, handsome... A real man. But most of all he was off limits. She was upper class and he was upper-middle at best.

All of these wonderful characteristics meant that he was a low ranking noble. His commanding gait was that of an officer. His father was probably a city guard or something equally unimpressive. How gained entry to this academy was a mystery, because this was not an academy of men. No this was an academy for delicate ladies and decadent pansy boys. The only Thing that separated the two was a penis, or lack thereof. Disgusting, the lot of them.

No! Thought Francesca I will not submit to becoming one of THEM. Determined, Francesca daintily lifted herself from the bench and strode over to the irresistible brute with a lustful gaze.

She pondered her options, I've never done something like this before, but I'm sure I can manage. How hard can it be?

Clearly improvising, Francesca unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform. He was currently reading his school manual and looking around as if searching for something.

I'll just have to grab his attention Francesca smirked and put on her most seductive face, pushing out her lips and narrowing her eyes. She thrust her moderately sized breasts forward and prepared her voice of seduction.

She tapped his shoulder and he turned to face her. "Hello brave knight, are you lost?" Francesca inwardly praised herself on the success of her attack.

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Jean had been reading his student handbook, trying to find the second year male dormitory when he felt a light tap on the shoulder. Turning to face his caller he realized it was a girl. Her long blonde hair and fair skin shinned in the mid-morning sun.

She had looked as if she wanted something from him. Judging by the way her face was contorted and her body language he suspected she needed an elixir to relieve constipation.

"Hrrr bave nigh, …..." She mumbled something in a raspy whisper. She sounded strained. She must be in considerable pain by the way her voice sounds thought Jean.

"Miss are you alright? I didn't quite understand you, what did you say?" He asked, concern in his voice. Francesca panicked at his unexpected response but recomposed herself quickly.

Choosing a different voice she breathily responded "I said hello brave knight, are you lost?" There! Misinterpret that you thuggish beauty! Thought Francesca.

Jean could understand her now, and if he was not mistaken, she was trying to seduce him. He tried to stifle a laugh, he was here no more than five minutes and already a 'noblewomen' was trying to enter his trousers. Becoming serious again, he considered it, she was quite beautiful. Her flaxen hair framed a delicate face. The gold in her hazel eyes shone a the sun hit them.

It's tempting, but I'd better not thought Jean.

He looked at her family crest that accentuated the golden tie of her mantle, she was obviously of the Valliere family.

Most likely the eastern branch family judging from her physical resemblance to Count Montespan. Not as powerful as the head family but certainly not without influence.

Jean looked into her eyes I have not come this far to be exiled for a quick fuck. "No, but I thank you for your concern madame" Jean turned on his heel and headed for the main building.

What in the name of Void was that?! Thought Francesca. She was angry and disappointed at not getting what she so desired, but also a little hurt by the rejection.

She turned to watch him leave. His broad muscular shoulders swaggering back and forth. She lowered her gaze until she found herself staring at his sculpted derriere. Francesca smirked lustfully.

I will claim that man. I, Francesca Rochechouart de Mortemart de La Montespan swear it on my honor as a noble. No, my honor as a Woman!

Francesca nodded to herself, re-buttoned her blouse and stalked away towards her dorm.

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Feeling a slight pang of regret, Jean strode to what he assumed was the headmasters office, never breaking his 'lower-class noble' walk. Jean walked up a flight of stairs seeking the average looking door on the right with the golden nameplate "Headmaster Osmand". Jean knocked on the door twice and waited for an answer. The door opened and an attractive purple haired woman opened the door. Her cheery smile and warm aura startled Jean, as well as her prominent chest.

"Well aren't you a handsome young man! You must be the transfer student we've heard so much about! Oh but you're mantle color is all wrong, that's a second year cloak. We'll just have to fix that..." She continued to talk despite Jean attempts to get a word in.

"Miss?" he went unnoticed.

"...Oh this is strange, the tailor has never sent out the wrong mantle before. What was his name again, Jean luc? Jerome? Hmm something with a J..." Her ranting continued.

"Miss I-" Jean tried again but to no avail. Finally a commanding voice boomed from behind her. "Miss Marie let the boy speak for Founders sake! Oh and show him inside while you're at it"

She stopped talking and covered her mouth out of embarrassment. "Pardonnez-moi! Sometimes I can be quite long winded. Come inside" Marie ushered Jean inside.

The first thing Jean noticed was the ancient form that sat behind a desk smoking. Jean bowed to his elder and stood before him awaiting permission. Osmand took a long drag from his pipe and exhaled. The smoke formed a circle, rose and then dispersed.

"Speak boy" commanded Osmand. Jean nodded and began "I am not a transfer student Miss, Marie was it?" Jean continued "I am a second year seeking my dorm and if you would be so kind, a guide"

Marie gasped dramatically "but you're so old! How are you a second year?" Jean stifled an irritable sigh.

"I enrolled later than the rest of the students. I was given the option to move up in grade but didn't want to miss the majority of my schooling" Marie let out an 'ooh' "You must have done well in the entrance exams to be given the option to skip a grade!" Jean felt proud "N-no I was just lucky. I suppose maybe I have some talent" he stated trying to sound humble.

Old Osmand had become bored and reached for his wand. "Let me just give you a map" with a flick of his wrist he shared information pertaining to the school map. Jean drew in a sharp breath as the map was forcibly pushed into his mind. "There that should do it boy" said Osmand in a bored tone.

"Thank you, sir" Jean replied uncomfortably. He bowed and turned to the door briskly walked out.

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Hours later Jean was in his room. He had used his new map to take a tour of the grounds. He met his teachers, acquired his books and was greeted by a few students. Most wouldn't talk to him though, he wasn't 'deserving' of there 'precious' time. Afterward he found his room. His bags were delivered by the help and Jean unpacked.

Laying on his luxurious bed, Jean looked back on his first day. Wondering what tomorrow would bring. Starting classes would be interesting. His eyes felt heavy and he peacefully drifted off to sleep...

A/N: Osmand's still alive?! Yes he is! In the light novel it said he was rumored to be 300.

As always review please. By the way don't keep expecting a new chapter every day. This is uncommon, I've just had a lot of time on my hands.

-DF