Jonas tilted his head back as he thought, looking at the high ceiling as they walked. “Pointers… well, a lot of stuff you’ll get told with the rest of the greens. Try to avoid the Magus’ wing. You don’t want to wander in there alone. And… well,” he glanced behind him and dropped the volume of his voice to a whisper. “Smyth is one moody bastard. He only came in the last term. There’ve been loads of rumours about how he got mangled like that, but…” He grimaced and shook his head. “Just make sure he has no reason to have a grudge against you.”<br/><br/>They came to a wider corridor with half a dozen closed doors down one side and diamond-paned windows down the other. The grounds visible were mostly lawns, presumably kept short by a small flock of nervous sheep. “You’ll find a lot of people will either grovel at you or try and throw you down all because of old Grim,” he jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the painting they had left behind. “My tie to him are weak at best and I still got special treatment. Watch out for Demby and Ceres – they’re… not fond of the Grimsword name.”<br/>