Lucien Valewick arrived at the Academy of Magic annex that had been built inside the dungeon with three carriages, eight guards, two tutors, a valet, and enough luggage to occupy an entire dormitory floor.
The other students gathered at the windows to watch the servants unload it.
Lucien stepped out of the second carriage wearing a dark blue traveling coat with silver embroidery. He was sixteen, pale from spending more time in libraries than sunlight, and careful about where he placed his polished shoes. A ducal crest decorated the carriage door behind him.
Someone near the window whispered. "That is the Duchess of Valewick's son."
Another student sighed. "He will last a week."
Lucien heard both comments when he entered the hall.
He stopped before the students, bowed, and said. "Would someone please tell me where new arrivals register? My tutors have explained it three times, but they disagree with each other."
The students looked at one another.
