Feliks the good looked down at the citizens, waiting for them to quiet down. He let out a sigh; it had been a while since he saw them this happy. It had been several years since they had been able to wonder the streets of The Emerald City without being scared. But now they were free from living of fear, and could live their lives to the fullest.

"Well, this has been totally fun." He was still sat in his bubble; he had spent the small celebration thinking to himself, rather than joining in. The small crowd which was left looked up to him, showing a small pout. "But as you can like imagine I have much to attend to, what with the wizards' unexpected departure, so if there are like no further questions-"

"Feliks!" interrupted one of the Ozians, causing everyone to look down at him. "Is it true you were his friend?" The crowd were disgusted by his question, some of them shouting back at him. Of course Feliks wasn't his friend! Feliks the good would never have been friend with him, would he?

"I..." Feliks wasn't sure how to answer this, especially since the crowd underneath staring at him made him even more nervous than the question had. If he answered in one way, he would no longer be known as 'Feliks the good', and people would shun him. But he couldn't just lie to the Ozians, could he? He sighed, and replied with "...yes." The crowd gasped, all taking a step away from him. They could clearly see that he was being serious; Feliks the good really was friends with him. "W-well, like, it depends what you mean by friend." He swirled his staff slightly, causing his bubble to lower to the floor. He stepped out, looking down at the ground. "That is, I did know him, our paths did cross at school."

The Ozians turned away from him, each of them disgusted from what they were hearing. "B-but like, you totally don't understand. It was a long time ago, we we're both like very young."

Arthur walked onto the school grounds of Shiz University and looked up at the tall building in front of him. Shiz University had consisted of an old, large building surrounded by old oak trees. Arthur was hoping that the students here wouldn't be as selfish as they had in his previous schools, but he knew it was pointless to think so. Everyone was just as shallow, and only ever judged people by their looks and not their personality. Several people had already stopped to stare at him, but he had gotten used to it. It wasn't everyday that you saw someone with green skin, was it?

He was wearing a plain grey outfit; he never really did have any interest in fashion. As long as it was comfortable, it would do. He held his suitcase close to his side; he had people steal his belongings in the past and really didn't want it happening again, especially on the first day.

Several people had already started whispering to each about Arthur, and hiding their faces behind their suitcases while walking past him. He let out a sigh; it really wasn't going to be any different here, huh? They all forms a small crowd several metres away from him, as they looked at him in disgust.

A few students stood next to the main entrance to the school, singing the school anthem. "O' hallowed halls and vine-draped walls, the proudliest sight there is. When grey and sere our hair hath turned, we shall still revere the lessons learned in our days at dear old Shiz. Our days at dear old Shiz" By the time they finished singing this Feliks had joined the small crowd, with students following after him holding his 5 suitcases. They were all staring at Arthur, no one was saying anything. They were just... staring.

"What? What are you all looking at?" Arthur asked them, already loosing hid patience. He took a few steps towards them after several seconds of silence, smirking. "Oh, do I have something in my teeth?" A few whispers could be heard as he slammed his suitcase on the ground and placing one of his hands on his hips. "All right, let's just get this over with. No I'm not seasick, yes I've always been green, no I didn't eat grass as a child-"

"Arthur!" A shout came from a man standing next to the gates of Shiz, next to man sat in a wheelchair just younger than Arthur was... He had dark blonde hair, with a small strand with stood apart from the rest. He had glasses on his eyes, with violet eyes hidden behind. He looked down at the ground as the man next to him pushed him towards Arthur.

He pointed towards the man in the wheelchair, still staring at the crowd. "-Oh, this is my brother Matthew. As you can see he is a perfectly normal colour-"

"Arthur!" The man shouted again, finally getting his sons attention. Arthur left the crowd alone and walked towards his father, rolling his eyes as he did so. "Stop making a spectacle of yourself. I'm only sending you to this school for one reason-"

"I know, to look after Matthew." He looked down at his younger brother, who looked back up at him and smiled.

"My precious little guy," the father said, and handed a small box to Matthew. "A parting gift, for you." He smiled down at his youngest son, something he would never do for Arthur.

"T-thank you, F-father..." Matthew only ever stuttered when he was getting attention, even though it happened quite a lot when he was around his father. Attention had always overwhelmed him, and he never managed to get used to having it. He opened up the box to see a toy polar bear. A soft smile grew on his face as he picked up the toy to get a full look at it, and hugged it tightly. He always had a soft spot for animals, especially polar bears.

"Exactly what the future governor of Munchkin Land needs." Matthew hated the idea of becoming governor of Munchkin Land, but it wasn't like he could tell his father that. His father barely listened to his opinions as it was, yet he always put his hopes towards Matthew. "Arthur, take care of your brother. And try not to talk too much." The father said, before leaving the Shiz University entrance. Most of the crowd had already left to pack up, and the few who were left were staring at Feliks in amazement.

"A-Arthur..." Matthew said, in just above a whisper. He did worry for his brother, he really did, but their father had always hated him. It was too late to change his views now, so all he could do for Arthur was make sure he didn't cause too many people to hate him. But it never worked.

"It's fine Mattie. What would he get me, anyway? I clash with everything." She shrugged off the insult and picked up his suitcase. A lady, much older than everyone else, walked into the centre of everybody, making sure that all attention was on her.

"Welcome, new students! I am Madame Héderváry, the mistress here at Shiz University. And whether you're here to study law, bloodshed or potions, I know I speak for the entire faculty when I say you'll have nothing but the highest hopes for some of you." She had long brown hair with soft green eyes, and a long green dress that stopped at her ankles. She had a smile that could reassure anyone in the most stressful situations, and could easily make anyone do as she says. She looked over at Matthew, and took pushed Arthur away from him. "Oh, you must be the governors' son, Matthew. My, what a tragically beautiful face you have." This made Matthew blush, as he looked down at his polar bear. She turned to look at Arthur. "And you must be-" She looked away for a second, surprised at his appearance.

"I'm the other son, Arthur. I'm beautifully tragic." Arthur rolled his eyes at his new headmistress, and looked back down on Matthew. He was still blushing from the compliment.

"Oh, well I'm sure you're very bright," Madame Héderváry replied, smirking to herself.

"Bright? She's totally phosphorescent." Feliks commented, causing the surrounding students to laugh. Madame Héderváry tried to quiet down the students, and did her best to change the subject.

"Now, regarding room assignments-" Feliks raised his hand instantly. "Is this regarding room assignments?"

"Well, Madame Héderváry thanks for totally asking but I've like already been assigned a private suite." Some of the students started complaining, until Feliks hushed them. "Which you can like, all come visit whenever you want."

"Oh, how good of you!" shouted one of the female students, amazed with Feliks being so kind.

"You are so good!" shouted the female next to her, waving her hand over at Feliks.

"No, I'm totally not." Feliks replied, blushing slightly and waving back at them.

"Yes you so are!" The girls shouted back; it was only the first day of school and they had already become Feliks fans.

"Like totally stop!" Feliks giggled, and flicked his hair behind him with clearly too much force, and placed both of his hands on his hips.

Madame Héderváry cleared her throat, regaining Feliks attention. "Do you have a preference?"

"Yes, you like see, I am Feliks Łukasiewicz of the Upper- Łukasiewicz." He leaned in closer to his headmistress, and spoke just loader than a whisper. "I have totally applied to your Sorcerer Seminar, because that is totally my soul purpose in attending Shiz. Like, just learning sorcery with you. Perhaps you totally recall my totally awesome quote: "Magic wands, need they have a point?"" he said this while mimicking the use of a wand.

"Ah, well however, I do not teach my seminar every semester unless someone special would come along." Their headmistress pointed out, taking a small step away from him.

"Like, exactly."Feliks replied, while waving his hand in the air.

"Excuse me, but we've yet to see our room assignment." Arthur interrupted, rolling his eyes at Feliks, who luckily didn't realise. He was still standing next to Matthew, who had all of his attention on the small polar bear he decided to name Kumajirou.

"The governor made his consent for your brothers well being quite apparent. So I suggest he shares my apartment, where I can assist him when needed." Madame Héderváry explained, as she made her way towards Matthew.

"Oh, but I've always looked after my brother-"

"Well your father never mentioned you. As I thought, but never mind. We will find someplace to put you..."

"I don't think she like, even read my essay." Feliks complained to one of his 'fans', named Toris. They had known each other for a while, although Feliks never gave much attention to him. He was just the munchkin who would do stuff for him when he asked.

"That is so unfair," Toris replied, with his hands clenched into fists. "You should say something!" He had been carrying one of Feliks suitcases for him, always willing to help him about. He really did love Feliks, even though he had never noticed it.

"Should I? Like, okay then." Feliks walked up to Madame Héderváry, who was now standing next to Arthur while looking down at some papers.

"...Now then, which of you young men will volunteer to share a dorm with Arthur here?" She asked, looking around at the crowd where Feliks had just exited with his hand in the air.

"Madame Héderváry-"

"Oh, thank you Feliks." She said, giving Feliks a thankful look, who looked back in confusion. "Isn't that wonderful, students? Feliks, who had been given a private suite, is good enough to share it." She applauded at Feliks, which caused the other students to as well. "Now then Arthur, you will be rooming with Feliks here."

"Wait, what?" Arthur asked, confused about what had just happened. He couldn't share a room with Feliks. He already hated him, and he hadn't even had a real conversation with him. The way he spoke, how everyone adored him at first sight, it just made Arthur want to punch him in the face. "Clearly you don't understand-"

Madame Héderváry took hold of the handles of Matthew's wheelchair, as he started to push him inside of the Shiz main building and Feliks had rejoined the large crowd of students to complain. Arthur threw his suitcase at the ground, and his pointed his hand at Matthew. "Let him go!" He shouted, as dark violet rays of light escaped out of his hand. They swirled around the air, until they finally reached Matthews' wheelchair, causing it to escape out of the headmistresses' hands. The chair moved in circles for several moments, until finally making its way back towards Arthur.

The area had turned silent, as they all stared towards Arthur in confusion. "How did you do that?" Their headmistress asked, as she stepped towards Arthur. She couldn't remember the last time she saw something who could do something like that, well apart from herself of course.

"A-Arthur, you promised things would be different here..." Matthew stuttered, while he looked up at his older brother. He had always hated it when he made a scene like this; it just caused all the more attention on him.

"Wait, are you saying that this has happened before?" If this was something that happened occasionally to Arthur, it could only mean that he would have a great future involving sorcery. Very few people had powers like that, and the only person who knew how to use them properly was Madame Héderváry.

"Something just comes over me sometimes, something I can't describe, but I'll try to control myself." He sighed, and looked back down at his brother. "Sorry, Mattie..."

"What? You should never apologize for talent; talent is a gift. And that's a very talented talent." She hooked her arm around Arthur shoulders, smiling down at him. "Have you ever considered a career in sorcery? I shall teach you and no other student the wonders of sorcery."

"What?" Feliks shouted, clearly something was wrong. Why should that guy get to be taught sorcery, and not him? Clearly Feliks was much better at everything than he was, so why should that guy get taught sorcery? Everyone else had already left to unpack themselves.

"Oh, Arthur; many years I have waited, for a gift like yours to appear. Why, I predict the Wizard could make his Magic Grand Vizier!"

"The Wizard?" Arthur muttered.

"I'll write at once to The Wizard, tell him of you in advance. With a talent likes yours, there is a defin-ish chance if you work as you should, you'll be making good..." The headmistress let go of Arthur, turning around to leave the area; although Feliks had stood in the way, trying to get his point across.

"Like, Madame Héderváry-" She hushed him with one of his hands, and entered the large Shiz building. Feliks looked around; everyone else had already left to finish unpacking. The only other person still left standing there was Arthur, who was busy staring at his hands to notice him. "Something's totally wrong, I didn't like, get my way. I need to lie down..." He said, before placing one of his hands on his forehead and entering the large building.

Did that really just happen? Have I actually understood? He thought to himself, while picking up his suitcase. This weird quirk I've tried to suppress or hide is a talent that could help me meet The Wizard, if I make good. So I'll make good...

When I meet The Wizard; once I prove my worth. And then I meet The Wizard, what I've waited for since- since birth. And with all his wizard wisdom by my looks, he won't be blinded. He'll say to me: "I see who you truly are, a guy on whom I can rely!" And that's how we'll begin, The Wizard and I...

Once I'm with the Wizard, my whole life will change. 'Cause when you're with The Wizard; no one thinks you're strange! No father is not proud of you, no brother acts ashamed! And all of Oz has to love you, when by The Wizard, you're acclaimed. And this gift – or this curse, I have inside; maybe at last I'll know why/ When we are hand in hand – The Wizard and I.

And one day he'll say to me: "Arthur, a guy who is so superior. Shouldn't a guy who's so good inside, have a matching exterior? And since gits here to an absurd degree, seem fixated on your verdidris, would it be alright by you if I de-greenify you?" And though of course that's not important to me, "All right, why not?" I'll reply. Oh, what I pair we'll be, yes what a pair we'll be: The Wizard and I.

Unlimited- My future is unlimited; and I've just had a vision, almost like a prophecy. I know- it sounds truly crazy, and true the vision's hazy. But I swear, someday there'll be a celebration throughout Oz that's all to do with me!

And I'll stand there with The Wizard, feeling things I've never felt; and though I'll never show it, I'll be so happy I could melt. And so it will be for the rest of my life, and I'll want nothing else till I die. Held in such high esteem, when people see me they will scream, for half of Oz's favourite team: The Wizard and I!

A/N: You can see where I got lazy and gave up, huh? 8|