Pytheon was better than you’d expected. The cold air didn’t bite at your skin as you thought it would this time of year. Your first year at Uvante University, the most prestigious school in the world, was fast approaching, hence the move. Whatever you wanted to major in; magic, history, the arts, you name it, they had it, and did the best at teaching it. All you needed to do was to make it through the first night in this new house, and in the morning, the first day at a brand new school in an unfamiliar city.

You’d just waved off your parents and siblings as they pulled out of the driveway, off to unload their own belongings after helping you with yours. You could’ve continued living with them, but you wanted the independence, and this house was large and beautiful. It did help that it came at a severe discount because of its history (whatever that may be).

You pulled your jacket tighter around you as you closed the front door, looking up at the high ceilings when a chill ran through the room. You cursed quietly, wondering if there was a permanent draft in this place. Still, there was work to be done, despite the cold.

You grabbed the nearest box and carried it up the stairs to the bedroom you’d decided on, setting it on the polished hardwood floor. The chill seemed to follow, and in the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of something white. Whipping your head around, you searched for the source, but nothing was in sight.

You sat on the bed, the only part of your room you’d actually configured this far, and watched the door you’d only just closed creak open, and a head poke through. A boy stood there, white haired and wide eyed as he stared at you.

You screamed, alarmed at the appearance of a stranger. He quickly moved more into view. “No! Please don’t scream! I’m not an intruder!” Cameron quickly blurts, holding his hands up in surrender. You notice he’s incredibly pale, and upon further inspection you realize he’s not standing on the floor, but hovering like an apparition. “I’m not even alive!”