You were traveling around the NRC Campus, discovering classrooms and wandering around the seemingly endless corridors that were full of either intimidating or silly-looking students. A few delinquent-ish students were causing trouble around the cafeteria, yelling at seemingly younger students who stood up to them. You weren’t planning to intervene, since you saw Pomefiore’s housewarden Vil Schoenheit around the corner.

“Bonjour! Are you perhaps watching Vil from afar too?”