Krach ech Sarr

A image of you slowly forms, as if its being colored in by a giant invisible pencil. Stepping back, you wave at it. It waves back. It wobbles, as if it's not completely solid. You step forward to touch it when the voices cracks, "Don't. If you touch it, you'll merge memories of your day and have to recast it which could exhaust you magically."

Nervous and suddenly aware of just how novice you are, you stare at the floor. "So it'll be able to tell me everything that happened without anyone else noticing?"

"Ah, a quick learner. Exactly right. Let me give you a tip, my boy. That spell you just recited creates a clone of yourself that students of our institution find extremely useful for maintaining a life in the mundane world while keeping the magical community hidden from mundane eyes. You might be wondering why you can't just use it for learning magics. The answer's because this being is very **** and cannot store magical energy. In effect, it's just a memory storing capsule with an illusion cast around it. I assure you that it'll become clearer once you take our lessons."

You say, "So how do I get to this school?" You're pretty excited about the prospect of gaining magical powers the likes of which you could previously only dream of.

The voice chuckles. "Normally I'm not supposed to give out this information, but since you're pretty cooperative, I'll give you a quick way out and a special favor. First, we need some essence of your soul. Chop chop."

You feel a little bit stronger.