It should be creepy, but I spent my childhood playing hide and seek in a place like this. I lost my mother in a mansion like this. And I saw my mating mark for the first time in the bathroom of a place like this. Something in me eases, just a little, at the way the air of this place feels against my skin. Like old magic mixed with the buzz of anticipation. It certainly can’t be my anticipation that I’m feeling, though, but that of the other hundred odd students in this place, waiting to meet us green newbies.
