It was rare to receive a letter to go to this particular academy of magic. It was even more rare to actually get past your first impression.

The waiting room was colossal, almost resembling what one would consider something from Hogwarts would look like. Tables with food to hopefully sustain hungry teens that would be there for hours sat around the center. Chairs lined the sides. In general, it was packed.

Seam was attempting to find a clearer area than the one he was in, trying to keep his tail from being stepped on. Then he saw a little circle of nobody. Except a tiny imp in jester gear that looked to be running on expresso, bouncing on his tail. A luggage bag over half his size was beside him. "Hello, hello!" he grinned at Seam, as if seeing a new competitor for this bubble of space. Seam could tell why nobody wanted to be too close to him.

"Hello. Do you mind if I join you here?" Seam asked. The boy nodded, moving a bit to the side so Seam could do so. "What's your name?" the guy seemed interesting, so might as well get to know him.

"Jevil, Jevil! And you, you?" Jevil seemed to be suppressing the urge to ask if he could pet him.

Seam smiled a little. He wasn't so bad, really. "Seam, that's pronounced 'Shawm'." he offered his hand, which Jevil shook vigorously. The imp lingered, fascinated by the fact he was made of cotton.

Right off the bat, Seam couldn't tell what magic Jevil would dabble in. He could already guess he loved entertaining, based on the costume and his enthusiasm. "What can you do Seam, Seam, then?" Jevil asked. "...so soft, soft." he still didn't let go of his hand.

"Oh, and why would I tell you that, friend?" Seam smiled. Jevil giggled.

"I'll tell you one of my tricks, tricks!" Jevil grinned, lifting his suitcase to reveal...swords? Three swords, almost twice as long as Jevil was, bright silver blades and purple and yellow striped handles. Sword-swallowing, perhaps? But how would that work if he was so tiny...?

"Ah, very well." Seam doubted Jevil could mimic his magic if he tried. Jevil grinned broadly, anticipating this. "It'll only be fair if I only show you one of my tricks, friend."

"Of course, of course!"

Seam made a small flame appear, conducting it to whir around Jevil in circles. More flames appeared, circling the amazed boy. He giggled happily, clapping excitedly at the mini-show. "I love, love it!" The irony of the patchwork cat possessing fire magic.

Seam smiled warmly, and the flames merged and dissipated. "Your turn now, friend. That was merely an example of what I can do."

Jevil grinned, clapping and applauding the act. "Yes, yes! And I think, think you'll find that I can do anything, anything, anything!" he said excitedly. He stood on his own feet, his tail coiling around his legs. He picked up one of the three swords from the pile.

Seam could do many things involving fire. He could make it look like he breathed it, but of course it was merely making the fire appear just outside of his mouth and blossom out. He could preform countless magic tricks. But sword swallowing for him was just a bad idea.

Jevil smiled at him before tilting his head skyward and opening his mouth. A few other magic users saw this and turned to stare in horror. The sword was longer than Jevil's body, so how the hell would-

He let out a little giggle before lowering the blade. It vanished into his maw, and he took his sweet time lowering the rest of it. Past the mark where it surely wouldn't be physically possible for someone of his stature of a proud two feet to do such a thing. Right to the handle. Then he released it and stood proudly, grinning. His razor-sharp teeth grazed the handle threateningly.

Seam could tell that Jevil was holding back laughter, much to his horror and the horror of everyone watching. Jevil remained in that position for a few more moments before gripping the handle and slowly pulling the sword back out. It was unmarked, though coated in a thin sheen of saliva from its journey. He bowed deeply. "Uee hee hee!" He bounced back onto his tail and grinned at Seam. "What do you think, think?"

Based on Seam's stunned silence, Jevil assumed he liked it. The little imp cackled. "Watch over my stuff, stuff for me! Now I gotta clean, clean this." he took the sword and bounded away, leaving Seam with a small hard of stunned people.

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With the friendly knowledge that Jevil's stomach must be a black hole and he truly can do anything, Seam bid him good luck when his name was called for the auditions. Even though Jevil didn't need luck. He could do anything. Hopefully the judges don't have heart attacks.

It had taken a little while for Jevil to set up his act to make the best first impression possible. After a quick joke about how to was so time-consuming to eat a clock, he began.

Jevil supported himself on his tail, bouncing once, twice, and then launching himself into the nearest rope hanging from the stage's ceiling. He laughed like the madman he was, preforming slightly challenging acrobatics and jumping from one rope to the next.

Ah, but acrobatics weren't magic, as entertaining as they were! So Jevil moved onto his next trick, hopping back onto the ground. Being, say, a joker card, he didn't have any one suit as his magic.  All suits' symbols appeared, swirling around him in circles inside of circles.

Beside him sat a short folding table with the three swords on top. He picked one up, and tossed it into the air. Then the next, then the last one. And then Jevil was juggling the sharp blades, grinning and giggling.

As if to drive his point of doing anything into the ground, he bounced up onto his tail and kept juggling perfectly for a few more moments. Then he grabbed a sword in each hand and caught the third by the handle in his sharp teeth, grinning happily. All with the suits and symbols still swirling and spinning and revolving.

Jevil tossed the blades in his hands behind him and took the third one, pretending to examine it for a few moments before tipping his head back and preforming what wasn't even his finale. He was pulling at all the stops for this show. One by one, the suits and symbols vanished until it was just Jevil and the sword.

The sword once again disappeared into his mouth, down to the handle. Jevil cocked his head back a little more, grinning a little wider as he spread his arms out. The rest of the weapon vanished, and he snapped his mouth shut. "Hee hee!" He swallowed, took a moment to absorb any shock from the judges, and bowed.

Yes, he did just eat a sword.

And he still had more in store. Jevil grinned, showing off all of his sharp chompers as he bounced over to his next act. A torch and match. He lit the match and soon the torch. Jevil idly blew out the match and placed the torch into his mouth so he was holding it sideways.

Then his contortion acts began. Jevil knew he didn't have much of an athletic body, but that wasn't needed for this. He once again returned to the ropes and hoops suspended from the ceiling, contorting his small body into interesting forms.

Then the suits appeared once again, firing at him from all directions. Of course they narrowly missed, none actually hitting Jevil as he expertly avoided them and held the lit torch in his mouth.

Jevil slid down to one of the rings, hanging upside-down by his tail. He removed the torch and blew it out, the suits' swirling and dizzying patterns coming to a stop. "I can do anything, anything!" he announced, and let himself drop to land on his tail.

He set down the torch and giggled a little to himself. His tail had wound itself into a tight coil under him. He grinned yet again, hopping onto his feet and letting his tail snap itself straight.

"Pop!" the moment Jevil's tail straightened itself, Jevil's head popped clean off his shoulders, supported by a coil spring much like a jack-in-the-box. "Goes the Je-vil!" he howled in laughter, his head bobbing up at down on the spring as his body clapped happily.

Jevil's act thus ended. He giggled. "Goodbye, goodbye, boyzingirls! I hope, hope you'll have me here again, again!" he said, and then waltzed off the stage without putting his head back onto his shoulders.

One of the three judges by the name of Rouxls stared at where the imp had just left. "...10 out of 10, thy goblin is terrifying."

C. Round barked, as if in agreement. A puppylike monster by the name of Lancer nodded. "...he passed in my book."

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Seam had also passed the auditions and had to help Jevil shove his head back onto his shoulders. Since there were only so many dorms, people had to live in pairs. So of course they latched onto the only other person they knew, each other, and picked out a dorm room.

Jevil was laying on his bed, his luggage at the foot of said bed. "...I don't feel well, Seam, Seam." he mumbled.

"What is it?" Seam asked. He was deeply concerned for his friend, after seeing that one of the swords was mysteriously missing and Jevil had yet to tell him where it went. Seam dreaded the answer.

"...I think the sword's, the sword's coming back up, up-" Jevil started coughing, rolling onto his stomach.

"You ATE A SWORD-?!" Seam hissed, getting up to either help him or call someone because what the hell was he supposed to do in this situation?!

"I-I can do- ack!" Jevil made a noise of pain and without warning the entire sword shot out of his mouth handle-first. It clattered onto the floor, unscathed, and Jevil sank into the bed. "Ugghh..."

Seam snapped out of his stunned trance and picked Jevil up. He seemed fine, other than being a little shaken. He groaned and hugged Seam, drained after literally throwing up a sword that he shouldn't have been able to swallow in the first place.

"Are you okay, friend...?" Seam asked warily. He already dismissed internal bleeding since obviously Jevil must be a hollow shell at this point considering what his anatomy lets him do.

"Yes, yes....just tired, tired..." he mumbled, curling up against him. Jevil sighed deeply, and then passed out.

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I imagine that Jevil has tried to eat, not swallow, a sword whole and it didn't go well. But he can do anything, so he managed to keep it down for a few hours before he threw it back up and probably gave someone a heart attack.