Torquil moved hesitantly towards the massive gates of the Blackwald Academy. Every fiber in his body told him to turn around and leave this place. Already his nose was filled with the retched scent of vampires, a smell that turned his stomach and rattled his nerves. It brought dark memories, his ears ringing with distant screams and the savage rage of beasts at war. Slowly he inhaled, clearing his thoughts and trying to settle himself. Grey eyes flashed lightly as he regarded the massive academy, his thoughts now turning to a comparison of his former school, how small it seemed to this regal place. He would never understand why things had to change, why the elders from both sides had decided to mix their children together in a single place, something that Torquil doubted could end in any other way but bloodshed. His tough bare feet padded upon the cobblestone path, walking through the gates and up to the academy itself. Taking a long glance back down the road he had traveled, he pushed the broad doors open, stepping into the entrance hall. His eyes widened, taking in the grandness of it all as he dropped his bag, carrying all the things that belonged to him, to his feet, wondering what he was supposed to do now.