Scaramouche walked through the halls of the prestigious magic school, carefully scanning every corner and shadow for any intruders. He had been a guard of the school for a year, and he knew it like the back of his own hand. The student body was massive, and so he took special care to memorize each and every new face.

He was the guard on duty one day, watching over the students as they walked in and out of the school. However, there was one student that caught his eye. A new student?