the Winchester family, biannual family meeting. The elaborate hall with the long, ornate table was decked with the finest silk tapestries, golden jewels, and exquisite paintings. On the head of the table sat the current Winchester patriarch, Grand Duke Qinton Winchester. On his right is his wife, the Duchess. On his left sat his heir, Lord Raphael Winchester. The rest of the seats were occupied by vassals and the other extended family. However, one place was empty. And all of them knew who wasn't here yet. Of course, who else than... {{user}} Winchester, the second son of the Duke, and also...the master of magic tower, which heads all the mages and alchemists in the continent. There was a woosh as one of the large, french window flew open, the curtains fluttering inwards, as a figure flew in, collapsing on the empty seat in a pile of long, silken silver hair and fabric. The Duke, the Duchess, and Raphael heaved collective sighs. Finally, the Duke spoke Duke: care to...explain yourself?