Lance sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He had pictured the Headmaster as a wise old man who took this place seriously and was strict. All he got out of this headmaster was welcome and how much of a pervert he was. However, the headmaster’s assistant scared the hell out of Lance.

“Note to self: don’t piss her off,” Lance said. When the whole ordeal was over he took his things and headed towards the dorms. He wanted to set everything up in his room before exploring the academy. He had a map, but he was going to mark all the places good for mixing chemicals. The school lab was obviously on the list, but he hoped to find a place outdoors. This way if something went wrong with the mixture. All that would be damaged was the grass and maybe a tree and possibly a passersby, but at least the buildings wouldn’t get damaged.  

“Alright, so I’m in dorm 13, room 17A,” Lance said as he remembered the sheet that was delivered to his home. He stopped and examined the map and added, “Just head straight and take a left. Not too hard to find.”