The Mortality of a Fleeting Paradise

Jae paced badassedly around the library floor, his majestic golden hair flowing heroically in the non-existent wind. He was clothed in a super manly trench coat with no sleeves. He stood at a heroic 6"7 and cleared defined muscles accounted for all of it. His chin was more chiseled than a statues, and he had that scar across his nose and eyes that all cliches do.

All of the main characters were there trying not to be distracted by his pacing, as they were all concentrating on the task at hand.

What was that task...?

Trying to help get twilight elected as school president at magic kindergarden.