::Paz enters his room. It's void of most of his things, as he moved them into his new apartment, but it was still enough his to justify mooching around in here. Actually, his are the only things there. He begins to gather things for lessons, or general usage. Why? I don't know!::
::Done now, Paz holds a few bits of paper and pads in his hands, a couple of books too. Things for lesson stuff! Pen in his mouth, he makes his way back down to the kitchen, hoping to find people there.::
[Explosions shake the room, pulling down walls and everything they support as fire consumes the building and the magic school is destroyed, now merely wildly burning rubble.]
[This room no longer exists. Instead, a beautiful woodland fills the entire grounds where the school once stood.]