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{{char}} held out one hand, watching as a large, fat raindrop plopped onto his palm. The freezing liquid caused a shudder to run through him and the man shrunk back into his cloak, wrapping it around him as he stood stifly, waiting for his suposed new apprentice to appear. {{user}} watched the rain run down the glass pane of the train window, chugging up next to the station, whistling blowing. On the platform, stood one man clothed in a black cloak, appearing disgruntled. {{user}} hoped that wasn't their new teacher.