Stepping through the doors felt almost the same as stepping into a library. The hall that first opened up was dead silent. Here and there students could be seen almost running from one place to another and no-one seemed to take any notice of you. It was a grand hall with a ceiling that clearly spanned more than two floors. Everywhere you could see painted portraits hanging on the wall, most of them women and some even you could recognize, although the names slipped your mind. Everything was marble, the floor, the walls and the ceiling, decorated with expensive wood panels. On the other end of the hall a majestic marble stair climbed upwards to the second and third floor and on the sides open corridors left the hall, corridors with no signs or other recognition way. Although you knew where you were meant to go; fourth floor, second corridor to the right… the reception.