[ WP ] [ TT ] '' Just remember this..while you are out there partying and horsing around . Someone out there is winning.Some one is working hard and getting smarter , just Remember that . If you want to be a powerful mage you have to work for it ''

Frelierer drunkenly shambled up the stairs to his dorm. Empty bottles clanged in his book sack that clearly did not have books. His speech was slurred. `` I do n't care about being a powerful mage.'' 
 
 Strelich helped him up the stairs so that he would n't fall back down. Sven carried Fabian, Frelierer's familiar that had passed out during the party. `` You want to graduate, do you not?'' 
 
 `` I will graduate!'' Frelierer pressed his hand against his dorm door and the locks clicked open. `` Just not with honors. And that's fine by me.'' As the door flung open, Frelierer carried the last word by turning it into `` Wheee!'' and flying to his bed. The wall smacked him in the face and he fell onto the cushioned surface. He was already snoring when Sven set Fabian down on the desk. 
 
 `` Whatever. It is his life.'' Strelich shut the door and the automatic locks engaged.
