Wittorf's eyes light up with fascination and appreciation for magic. "That is so cool; you're definitely going to have to teach me how you did that!"

The young noble laughs. "If you can't even muster something like this then you're pathetic."

The Headmaster chimes in from the stairs. "He is only just beginning, give him time."

The orb in Caimans hand dissipates but his glare remains the same. "I'm a direct descendant to a powerful bloodline, don't forget your place." The raven haired noble turns around and walks into the academy.

Windson is waiting at the entrance a warm smile on his face. He beckons Wittorf to join him. "Don't mind Caiman too much, He is prideful but he has to be for someone with so much riding on his little shoulders."

Wittorf runs up the stairs to Windson. "Will I be able to cast magic like that boy did!?"

The Headmaster chuckles "Oh, I believe you will be doing just that, very soon little one."

The Headmaster and young student enter the building, Wittorf skipping alongside him as he notices students casting advanced spells in the courtyard on test dummies ice barriers, fire bolts and darkness entangling the straw foes as commands are barked left and right.

The novice mage stares in wonder and drools a little. "Magic, Magic, MAGIC!" Wittorf jumped up and down with an unnatural amount of energy. This was more than he could of imagined. He slows down his pace as he was mesmerized by the spell casting all around him.

Suddenly without warning the young boy slammed himself into a soft object and bounced off hitting his butt on the ground. He was not sure what it was but he knew he liked the feeling.

"Huh?"

He looks up to see a young woman in her late 20s, a purple robe with red lining adorns her body and a wooden wand carved to look like a tear drop is in her left hand.

She looks down at the young boy with a soft and kind expression. "Are you alright young man?"

Wittorf blushes as he realized what happened. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't take my eyes off them!"

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The older woman blushes and guards herself. "What did you say?"

Wittorf stutters and waves his hands in the air flustered by the notion of what he just said. "The mages are amazing; I can't stop watching them."

The Woman releases her guard as she giggles to herself. She was worried the young boy was another pervert but realized he was genuinely interested in the magic around him. She could tell that he was a going to be a good student.

She realized the Headmaster was with the young man and quickly jumps to attention. "My apologies Headmaster, I was not aware you would be visiting us today!"

Windson raises his hands and smiles at the young lady. "It's quite alright Senya, you can relax. I am just here to introduce a new pupil to the academy."

The older man picks Wittorf up off the ground and dusts him off. "This is Wittorf, he'll be studying with the first years, and I think I'll place him in Steels class."

Senya looks shocked she knew what this meant and seeing how frail the young boy looked she pulled the headmaster aside. "But he's so frail looking; do you really think he could survive a year with Steel?"

Windson tries to wave Senya's worries away. He knew Wittorf was young and soft but he also knew the ambition and determination that grew in this young boys heart. "He's a lot stronger than he looks, I think he'll do great."

The Headmaster turns back to Wittorf and motions to Senya. "Senya here will escort you to your new sleeping quarters. Class is already dismissed for the day so why don't you get comfortable and maybe grab something to eat while you're at it. I'm sure Senya won't mind showing you around."

Senya goes back to attention. Even if the Headmaster was being kind she was still on her best behavior around him. "Of course Headmaster, I will escort him to his room and show him to the cafeteria."

Windson nods and heads down towards his office.

Senya beckons to Wittorf as she begins to walk ahead. "Did the headmaster tell you which room you will be staying in?"

Wittorf shakes his head. "No ma'am."

Senya laughs as she realizes this will be harder than she anticipated and shakes her head. "No need to call me Ma'am, please call me Mrs. Batel. It's typical of him to assign me a job and not give me all the information. I guess I have no choice but to use my magic to find it."

Wittorf looks excited but also confused. What was she going to do? Was it a scrying spell or some kind of location thing. "How are you going to use magic to find my room?"

Senya closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Easily, I will call upon my familiar to help locate it."

Wittorf reverts back to being mesmerized at the words. "What's a familiar?!"

"A familiar is a creature from the plain of Eden, contracted by us mages to assist in many matters. Mine happens to be a monstrous familiar known as a Droll Hound, a darkness element familiar with a strong sense of smell."

Senya raises her hands up "Come to me Druise, I need your assistance!" A circular shadow appears around Senya as paws claw their way out of it slowly revealing a dog made of black smoke with red eyes.

"You called mistress?" The dog grumbles.

"This boy does not know where his room is. Could you locate it for him?"

The shadow beast looks at Senya then towards Wittorf. He walks towards the young boy leaving dark liquid imprints on the ground with each step. Taking a few sniffs of the boys clothing the creature quickly lifts its head up. "It's not far from here, follow me." Druise begins to briskly walk around the corner. After about 15 minutes of chasing after him the three find themselves in front of a large wooden door with Wittorfs name on the side.

Wittorf looks at the plaque confused. He had only just become a mage and yet the Headmaster had a plaque ready for him. Was he a mind reader? "How could he of made one for me so quickly?"

Senya opens the door and reveals a beautiful unfurnished room aside from a queen sized bed, a dresser and a chest at the foot of the bed.

"Easily, he knew you would be coming sooner than you did." Senya responds with a matter of fact tone.

"How could he, was it magic?" Wittorf asked in pure curiosity.

Senya nods slightly and points to the room. "Get yourself well acquainted with your room and when you are ready come see me and we can grab something to eat."

Wittorf quickly shakes his head and jumps on the bed. Moments after hitting the soft blankets he passes out.

Senya smiles and closes the doors. "He must have been exhausted after all the excitement. I'll let him sleep it off, and maybe go catch some Z's as well." She laughs quietly to herself and she sneaks off.