"Uh, someone suddenly came to warn us that we were in danger, so my parents and I moved to another city. But not long ago, a huge bat flew to our house and nearly scared my mom to death."
"My dad noticed something tied to the bat's leg, and then we received a letter, a bat plushie, and a bat badge. We thought it was some bat enthusiast's prank."
"But the person who came to warn me that day—well, maybe it wasn't him, but anyway, he said he was me from the future. He said this was an acceptance letter from a magic academy, that I absolutely had to go, and that I had to choose... what was it called again, Rodriguez Academy?"
"He was absolutely right!" Harley slapped Barry on the back and said, "You really should listen to him. That academy is great!"
Barry gave Harley a doubtful look. Harley snorted and said, "I mean it. Let me put it this way: are you interested in tinkering with machinery, brewing potions, or sewing and mending?"
"Tinkering with machinery? You mean fixing cars and stuff? Honestly, I don't really like it. I don't like the smell of motor oil."
"Then you definitely can't go to Zatara Academy. Oh, that's the academy with the purple banner behind it. The smell of their potion ingredients will stink you crazy."
"Really?" Barry immediately frowned. "Honestly, I don't really like purple either."
"Do you like gold?"
"I do like gold, actually."
"Do you like fighting people and throwing punches?"
"Uh, I'd rather not. Fighting is wrong. My parents always tell me that I should be considerate of others and not always get into conflicts."
"Then Strange Academy won't work for you either. Their banner is gold and pretty nice-looking, but they're all a