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Harold Windsor kept his eyes locked on her hands for the entire exchange. There was something decidedly dangerous about a student who would use magic without proper training on a normal human and then be so defensive even in the presence of someone he hoped she would eventually respect, her classmate. His blue eyes locked with her pale grey and he spoke gently, "You needn't act so defensive. No one is here to hurt you, and I expect you to show us the same courtesy." He paused momentarily, his jovial expression becoming quite serious for a moment. Although he was relatively short in stature, it more than likely seemed that he had grown to over six feet tall in these moments.

There was something unique about Harold Windsor in that respect. He was a very kind hearted man, but he valued the safety and happiness of his students above all. He did not like using his magic uneccessarily, but when he showed minute traces of his power, the kind hearted man seemed more like a highly destructive mage. Half a century of instruction and experience must have an effect on a person.

Almost as quickly as his serious nature appeared, it evaporated. He gestured up the walkway and turned, nodding at Alauniira. He hoped that the two new students would speak as he walked ahead, a bit absorbed in his thoughts. He kept his senses keenly focused on Col and her unusually violent nature as he headed down the path.

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Nodding at Col's statement, Alauniira continued to move effortlessly behind Headmaster Windsor, sidestepping every root and uneven patch of dirt and grass that crossed her path. That was, until they stepped on to the grounds, leaving the safety and cover of the dark forest behind for a wide open span of trimmed grass that appeared to signal the start of the campus.

She hesitated for a moment, covering her reservations by staring curiously at the lake and then up at the castle. The tall spires were unappealing to her-- Alauniira preferred the treetop houses of certain elves and the underground mansions of the drow-- but the half-drow refused to remain frozen in awe for more than a few moments.

So, gathering up her traveling cloak, Alauniira trudged forward, now finding walking to be far more difficult and uncomfortable. She seemed to misstep several times and walked with much heavier footfalls. In the midst of her concentration, the strong, subtle voice of the Headmaster Windsor floated into her ears, grabbing her attention.

A class? Already? Well, the elf had wanted to set her things inside her room and settle in, but learning was the reason she came here to Windsor Academy. Besides, it might be a nice icebreaker that could force her to interact with other creatures. That was a good thing... right?

The knapsack on her back shifted awkwardly with each step that Alauniira took. It was small, modest, as the elf had always been a light packer. What use did she have for items that would only slow her down? Besides, she had gotten the bag enchanted at a druid city so it held a bit more than it appeared to anyways.

"Elemental magic? Not much I need to prepare for that," she remarked offhandedly, staring down at her hands for a moment. Having made short work of the campus leading to the castle, Alauniira was pleased to receive her housing assignment, comfortable with the fact that she could stash her possessions in her room before class.

Turning to Coltrane, she folded the paper in her fingers and asked, "Where did they put you?" she asked, reading the words G-9-A one more time on her own sheet.

The tall spires of the Windsor stared down on Jaycee, meeting his gaze as he stopped at the edge of the forest. His large brown eyes swept over the towers of the Academy absently as inside he debated with himself. "I don't want to miss my elemental magic class... Checking in and changing would make me too late for it... But if I went like this..." He broke off as he looked down at himself. His boots were brown from the muddy roads, and his loose black traveling pants were slightly torn from his jaunt down the rough path.

A small gathering of people across the lake caught his attention, and he turned towards them curiously. "I wonder if that's one of my classes?". His eyes narrowed slightly "Oh well. If that is one of my classes, I'll join in. If not, I'll get directions for my room...". Tossing the hair out of his eyes, he hefted his pack and set off across the grounds.

As he made his way across the training field, his eyes darkened slightly. He was fulfilling his best friend's last wishes even now, but he didn't feel any different. Fulfillment or dissapointment, he had expected some sort of emotion. All he felt was a slight curiousity about what lay ahead. As he came closer to the small gathering, he shrugged off the thoughts and his eyes cleared. His musings could wait, he straightened slightly and continued striding towards the little group of people.

Hanille trudged through the forest, her once sleek black boots coated in mud, "Windsor Academy..."

Indeed. Windsor Academy; a place for the gifted. She continued to make her way through the forest, inching closer and closer every moment. No doubt, Hanille was extremely nervous about this. She had never been around many people, much less people like her. What was she going to do?

"Maybe it won't be as terrible as I believe..."

Not as bad as she believed? Perhaps. What was it that made her fear this place so much? Why was she not looking forward to attending Windsor Academy? Her social skills.

"I'm going to look as though I'm a fool in this place..."

Hanille brushed her pale blonde bangs out of her eyes, and continued to trudge, making sure to avoid the many obstacles in her way. She pushed aside some branches that were obscuring her view. There 'twas...Windsor Academy.

She took a breath, and moved a step forward. Hanille was quite shocked when she felt her foot catch something, and found herself nearly falling into the mud. Luckily, her hands saved her face from that fate. She felt the supplies in her back pack rumble about.

"Ugh!"

She stood up and stared at her palms, glazed in mud, "Why..."

Her robe was getting dirtier every second, and all she wanted to do was get inside the cursed castle. Once she had gathered her bearings, she carefully made her way towards the building, mumbling to herself as she walked.

"I don't even have all of the supplies required for this place...I'm sure to fail..."

Now the great, gothic castle was getting quite large.

"Keep telling yourself that Hanille...and you will fail..."

She whipped her back pack off of her, wiped her hands on its surface, swung it back over her shoulders, and continued onward. There was no turning back now. Yet, would she be safe here at Windsor? What if her fellow students despised her? What if they tried to kill her? Hanille attempted to push these thoughts out of her head as she grew even closer to the castle.

"It's alright Hanille...you'll make friends here..."

Now she looked about her to see if there was somebody who could give her directions.

Harold Windsor had just stepped out of his office when a sharp tinge of guilt hit him. He had received word from a monastery that a young girl who had only just discovered her abilities was on the way there. Considering she had been cloistered away for so long, Harold had hoped to meet her on the pathway and guide her up before she ran into any of the students in case it caused her uneccessary stress. Plus, being new, she more than likely had no idea where any of her classes were, and if the choices sent back to him were correct, she had class in about five minutes.

He practically ran down the stairs toward the main lobby area of Windsor Castle when he saw a tall blonde girl with surprisingly colored eyes. The small flickers of almost pink within her smoky irises seemed very peculiar to him, but he let his visual representation of her fade as he grabbed her by the arm and walk back outside.

"Sorry to rush you like this, Hanile, correct?" his speech was quick and nervous, something that most of the students would come to understand. "I believe that you're enrolled in a class starting in about five minutes, and I would hate for you to have a bad first impression on Ms. Kaeline." They walked a short distance across the front of the building toward the Victoria A. Linvea Building. "I believe what you're looking for is there." He gestured toward a nearby building and smiled, "That is the Marina dormitory. To enter it, simply speak your name to the main door. It will open, I assure you." He gave her a soft smile, his heart and his demeanor finally slowing down a bit. "Once again, I'm terribly sorry to rush you... and welcome to Windsor Academy."

((Sorry to do that, but we're in the OUTSIDE subforum, so I didn't want us to dawdle inside the building since we'd be in the wrong forum))