The day had passed without much event, in the grand scope of things. Many students, after becoming settled in their dorms, had taken to wandering the grounds at their leisure. Poking into the classrooms, holing themselves in the library- a few had commandeered the pool, enjoying the vast openness of the place while they could. For the most part, the students were left largely to their own devices.
 
Except, of course, when the occasional handful of students attempted to wander off site. The professors were surprisingly quick to catch stragglers.
 
After a few hours of this, the overhead speakers suddenly crackled to life with a bright, cheerful jingle. The dinner bell. Regardless if any students hoped to avoid eating, anyone outside the cafeteria would be eventually shepherded there, awaited by a feast that quite easily put brunch to shame. 
 
Roast beef and potatoes stewing in broth, buttered rolls, sauteed mushrooms. It had been made more to leave an impression than anything, it seemed, although one Madison Lovette certainly wasn’t complaining. He reclined at his seat at the teacher’s table, sipping idly at a mug of hot chocolate as he watched the students buzz about. It had been a good first day, he thought. Certainly not perfect, but still good. 
 
He could only hope that the classes would go just as well. 
 
Madison took another swig, winced as he burned the roof of his mouth, then dabbed his lips clean.