Frey sat on his window seat and looked out at the academy one last time. He remembered when he had met Vega and took the, at the time, young freshling into his dorm room to fix his hair. They had mentioned their different dreams. Vega had wanted to design clothes and the like, Frey had mentioned owning a hair salon. It hadn't always been his dream. No, he had struggled a lot growing up. Things he had wanted to do he struggled with in school and he realized unfortunately he would have to rethink his plans. Of course it was around that time he realized he had a knack for creative things and listening to people. It was almost fate that he ran into his current boss who needed some one to help out at the hair salon. It was a mix of the two things he was finding out he was good in. So he had started to toy with the idea of owning a salon one day.

He wasn't sure he would ever make it to famous status like he had mostly joked with Vega about but non the less he could start on entertaining the idea. He was done with school, had a shiny new academy diploma and was ready to face the word. Sure he would always remember his time here, meeting ash and Vega. Getting stuck in haunted houses or planning them but he was never one to focus on the past. It was good to acknowledge where you came from but he was ready to bring smiles on his faces and get more into his apprenticeship.