The Elixir

~Settling In

"Don't dawdle, students," Professor Isona Beledas calls back to the group of first years toddling behind. Vieva scowls. Ruxnorth Academy is a crumbling castle of stone; there's nothing truly magnificent in her line of sight to dawdle over. In all honesty, she just wants to settle into her dorm and prepare for the beginning of academy. Having a cousin that already attends Ruxnorth wields benefits; thanks to Cedoric, she has no need for a tour. So essentially, all of this is a massive waste of her time.

"This is the Commons, open to all students, but not after 9 PM. If you are caught wandering the grounds after curfew, you will be reported."
A brash student raises his hand. Professor Beledras shifts her attention to him. "Yes?"

"I don't see any guards on campus. So who's to say we will get caught?" His friends snigger and slap him high-fives. Vieva rolls her eyes. She's surrounded by idiotic, bumbling baboons.

Professor Beledras smiles, as if she is on the joke as well. "An excellent question, Mr. Goldbane." The boy smirks at his companions. "If you are out past curfew, you will most definitely be caught. We have a night guard with a rather... peculiar skill set you will find." As if to prove her point, the professor points towards the Onyx Woods, where a baleful, bone-chilling howl arises in the air. Chills wrap Vieva.

"I'm sure you are all aware of the Fenrirs? They are rather fearsome, especially in the peak of night."

The student's smirk slides off his face. Professor Beledras looks pleased.

"Now, if there are no more interruptions, this way."

No one bothers to object, trotting after her like obedient puppies. It's disgusting. Beledras may be in favor with the headmistress, but she is nothing against Father. Truthfully, most citizens of Ruxnorth are nothing against Father.

Beledras leads us into yet another courtyard, which is actually rather nice. Vieva still prefers her personal rose garden, obviously, but this isn't half-bad.

The professor spreads her arms like wings. "This is the first year quad. Mind you, it is the entrance to the dorms, so upperclassmen are not allowed. I don't want to see any foolish behaviors during your time here."

Everyone crowds into the quad, and Vieva is shoved left and right. The nerve! Do these scoundrels have any idea who she is? It's at times like this that she wishes her bodyguards are with her. Nevertheless, everyone here should know who she is, or at least recognize her family based on her bright white hair.

"Your luggage will be given here, so make sure to listen for your name. If you do not pick up your luggage, for whatever the reason, it will be taken to the Emporium, where you can find it. If in any case you somehow your luggage has been transported to the Emporium, be sure to pick it up before the welcoming dinner tonight. Otherwise, it will be tossed out back. Along with your luggage will be your room placements. You will be given one of these," she holds up a shimmering gold key card. It looks almost translucent. "Which will allow you to enter the dorms. Do not ever give this card to anyone else. If you have handed it over willingly, for any reason, punishment will follow, depending on the severity of the incident." The professor sweeps her gaze over the sea of students. "Am I understood?" The first years chorus their replies and she nods, her lips pressed tightly together.

"The welcome dinner is at 7:10, sharp. Mind you, I do not appreciate late comers." One student gulps, and Beledras's dark eyes glimmer. With a grinding of her heel, she leaves the courtyard. Whispers rise and the students separate into their own clumps, talking with acquaintances. Vieva merely trounces over to the crumbling stone archway and leans against it, coolly surveying the scene. She's never really had friends, has never needed to. Why start now?