Martin Winchester stopped just in front of the strange and ominous shop after the two of them left it. He scanned through the line of buildings on each side and quickly found the one he was looking for.

- Now we need to go right there - he pointed with his finger.

The establishment he chose was rather normal looking, at least comparing it to many others around. The name of it was "Hathaway's Robes For Every Occasion", and it was written on a sign hanging above the large exhibition window and the door next to it. Behind the glass were robes of different colors, and designs. It wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary if not for the fact that they seemed to be standing on their own, and even, from time to time, moved!

After a moment of observation, Trevor caught that the clothes seemed to be presenting themselves to every passerby who showed them a bit of attention.

- Let's go, mister West - said the professor, as he looked over his shoulder.

The boy, too busy looking, didn't notice when the man started walking and had to rush to catch up to him.

- Y-yes!

They cut the corner of the whole plaza, getting a bit closer to the fountain. Trevor couldn't help but look at it, and the concrete creature spotted that. She reacted by waving at him, which caused him to smile and wave back.

On the other hand, the teacher didn't seem to notice, as he focused on their next destination.

They reached the shop and got inside, which was announced by the bell placed over the door. Immediately the clothes on the exhibition, and those placed on small stands inside the establishment, started to present themselves to the new potential customers. They shifted exposing more of their left or right sides, some bowed, others turned around like ballerinas.

There were quite a few of them inside. Deeper was a counter with two doors behind, one on the left and one on the right. Trevor also noticed three big mirrors placed on the wall on the left side of the whole space, with a few centimeters tall elevations right under them.

The right side had a few chairs, and small tables placed next to them with newspapers resting on the top of each one.

- How can I help you? - asked loudly a dark-grey-haired man with a magnificent mustache.

He was wearing a red vest over a white shirt, and black elegant pants. The face looked quite handsome, with a pair of glasses just at the very tip of his nose. It looked like they should fall off, and yet they kept their position.

He had to just come out of one of the doors behind the counter as both of them didn't notice him before.

- Good day to you, Leopold - said the professor.

- Martin! What a surprise. Did you again burn your robe, and need a new one?

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- No, but I brought you a client, you old rascal - responded the teacher, and then he turned to Trevor. - Mister West, this is Leopold Hathaway, a good friend of mine. He will take good care of you.

- Good morning mister Hathaway - said the boy, and smiled.

- Good morning indeed - the owner responded.

As he got closer, he shook hands with the professor, and they patted each other on the back, then he also extended a hand to Trevor, who was more than happy to shake it.

- Please follow me, so we can do some measurements - he said, gesturing towards the mirrors and then pulling a measuring tape out of his pocket.

The boy did what he was told, and took a position in front of the first one of them, looking at his own reflection.

The tailor started moving around him, placing the tape in various places, around his hands, waist, and collar. He was muttering under his breath all the time but didn't take any notes. It took faster than Trevor anticipated.

- Very well - he said when he seemingly finished. - So what are we doing? The traditional black?

- With a brick-red stripe on the end of each sleeve - added Martin. - He is a freshman.

- Good. Now I will also need the dormitory and the room number for the delivery.

- First dormitory, room hundred and fifty - recited Trevor.

- Incredible, amazing. Now if you could follow me to the cash register for the payment...

The man without waiting moved straight to the counter, and quickly put the price in the machine. The boy paid, and then he and the teacher left, saying their goodbyes.

- That would be all you will need for now - said the professor. - We can head back to school.

- Thank you for your help, mister Winchester - said Trevor. - I would get lost here on my own.

- It wouldn't be that bad - said the teacher with a smile on his face. - The school helps the freshmen with all the necessary items they need. Usually, after the first lessons are done you have to put everything you don't have on a list and submit it in the reception of your dormitory. You pay, and your goods get delivered. Nevertheless, it's good to know your way through this place. If you want to be a good student, you will have to search for more than just the necessary, both in the library for books, and here, as for some materials for a bit more complicated projects.

- So what I bought is not enough? I will need more?

- No. Not in the beginning. Maybe later, considering which projects you will get involved with.

- Projects? - Trevor asked immediately.

- Yes. Most classes like alchemy or enchantments require you to finish a project to pass. It can be done with the basics, but that won't get you the best grade. But don't worry about that. You will learn everything you need - the man patted him on the back. - Let's go. I bet you are hungry. Just as I am now. I'll show you the school cafeteria. Come one.

With those words, Martin started walking, clearly heading towards the stairs they used to climb their way to the Morfeus Bazaar.

Trevor followed him, and that's how they got back to the car and returned to the dormitories. They stepped out of the vehicle, and the teacher lead them to a building made out of red bricks, placed between the school and the dormitory complex.

It had a flat roof, and only a single floor, but was quite long, which the boy noticed when they approached.

The door leading inside was open, so they entered. Inside many rows of tables were placed along the walls, leaving the middle part of the floor empty, showering in the electrical light coming from the ceiling. On the other side was a long counter, with just a little bit of food placed in a couple of containers. Probably because the semester still didn't start, since overall there was more than plenty of space for more of those.

The whole place was completely empty except for them, which hit Trevor almost immediately upon entering.

The teacher went to the counter and put whatever he wanted to eat on his tray, taken from a metal rack on wheels, parked on one side, and then sat by the closest table. Trevor followed him, and they ate together, chatting about the boy's past in his previous school.

He kept some details from the professor but was quite outspoken about the classes and everything they thought them in that school.

After finishing the meal, they separated. Trevor returned to his new room a bit tired but still resumed the interrupted unpacking.