After a little exploration, and deciphering of signs, he found the place he was looking for: the Headmistress' Office. In his mind, he had images of a great medusa, large yellow eyes, and snakey hair fixed upon him as he entered, behind that stained glass door. He shook his head, chiding himself silently. Once again, his imagination was getting the better of him.<br/><br/>He sighed a bit, and straightened his uniform for the tenth time, before knocking on the door, firmly but quietly. Considering the most likely chaotic atmosphere that was settling about with the arrival of the other boys, explaining the fact that he had been sent here, largely unsupervised, to begin studies here, was going to be trying enough.