<strong>Yuri<br/>Time: Evening, Day 1<br/>Location: Teacher Tower Dorms, Yuri's Room<br/>Tagged: None</strong><br/><br/>Yuri yawned as he approached his tower. He didn't tell the elf everything about his rune magic, keeping secrets was an old habit he never managed to break. He moved through the corridors, coming up to an inconspicuous part of the wall, a black circle carved into it. Taking out the staff, Yuri tapped the tip of it against the circle in several locations. Runes lit up on the wall, followed by the circle itself alighting. Slowly, a split formed in the wall, which slid open to reveal a set spiral stairs leading upwards. Runes pulsed on the sides of the steps with lingering energy, seals against both scrying and teleportation effects.<br/><br/>Yuri walked up the steps, ending up a few minutes later at the 'top'. The circular room was rather sparsely decorated. The ceiling mimicked the night sky, he had enchanted it to mirror the skies above the academy. A large four-post bed took up the space directly across from the entrance, plain white sheets and pillows just the way he left it before. A chest sat on the left of the bed, the seal unbroken, while a dresser sat on the right.<br/><br/>He took off his shredded cloak and snapped his fingers, throwing it aside as the flames engulfed it. Yuri set the staff to the side of the bed and took off his gloves, putting them on the dresser. Pulling off his shirt and pants, he fell onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly, the uncountable scars crossing his back and shoulders gleaming in the moonlight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Yuri<br/>Time: Early Morning, Day 2<br/>Location: Teacher Tower Dorms, Yuri's Room<br/>Tagged: None</strong><br/><br/>Yuri woke up with a start, his eyes flying open. Putting a hand to his face, he pulled it back. Tears, he had been crying in his sleep again. Even in his dreams, it seemed, the ghosts of his past wouldn't leave him alone. He went over to the dresser, pulling out a fresh shirt and pants, running a hand through his hair. He stood up, grabbing the staff. Dwelling on the past wasn't going to help him in the present, only remind him about mistakes.<br/><br/>He headed down the stairs as the ceiling slowly changed from moonlit night to rising sun. "A new day, a new four years of school, new faces to see." He said to no one in particular. The wall at the bottom of the stairs slid open with a tap, sliding shut again as he left. First thing he needed to do was get a class roster, then set up his classroom for the day ahead.