He let out an annoyed little burst of blue flame from his snout, harmlessly burning nothing but the air.

"I suspect it might be another dragon. Probably interested in something banal, like territory or treasure. If you can tell me more about this figure, please do so. In the meantime, I suppose this will have to be cleaned up. If Zmerr wants to take care of it, that would work just fine. Now, I've sensed the approach of several new students, including a dracon."

"That would be me!" Asthia had seen the flames from a distance and came over, excusing herself from other engagements. She still needed to find a room and be assigned classes. 

"Oh. Right. And you are?"

"Asthia. I take it you are Archmagister Cadmus?"

"Indeed I am." He detected an odd smell. "Hold on for a moment." The silver dragon leapt into the air, flying around in a circle, the starry sky still shining above him. He landed near Slyph.

"Seems like whoever did this left a magical trail, but it went cold already, Slyph." He turned his attention back to Asthia for a moment. "Just go inside of the school. head down the hallway until you come to a crossroads. Take a left and go down that corridor until you reach an office. That's the registrar. He will check your name off of the list and assign you a room and classes. It's already been worked out ahead of time. Welcome to the school. I just wish this welcome could come under better circumstances."

"Thanks!" Asthia nodded and ran off in the direction he had told her. 

Cadmus looked back at Sylph. "Just know that this doesn't excuse you from your classes. I expect you all to be on time bright and early tomorrow. These sorts of abnormalities are just part of life as a mage."