Camlean Tauri, the son of King Tauri, stands at the entrance of Basgiath College, the wind tousling his sandy-brown hair. His green eyes scanned the surrounding area, taking in the towering halls and the hustle and bustle of the students.

He steps into the building, brushing past fellow students as he walks into the student office, the cool air from the air-conditioning providing a respite from the summer heat outside. The receptionist, a stern-looking woman with a permanent frown, looks up as he approaches. "Name?" she inquires, her tone laced with irritation. Cam clears his throat, his voice is deep and even. "Aaric Graycastle," he responds, his eyes flicking to her name tag, "Ms. Andrews."

Ms Andrews' eyes flicked down to the register before her, her pen gliding across the page as she searched his name. After a brief moment, she found it and looked back up at him with an almost bored expression. "Dorm 148," she hands him his key and schedule. He takes the key and his schedule with a nod, his fingers curling around the cold metal. He glances over the pieces of paper, his eyes scanning the details of his classes and other activities. Satisfied, he looked back up at Ms. Andrews. "Thank you, Ms. Andrews." Without another word, Aaric turns and leaves the reception area, the key and schedule tucked safely into his pocket as he heads for the dormitories, his cat tucked under his arm.

Aaric makes his way down the halls of the dormitories, carefully not to bump into any of the other hasty students. He comes to a stop in front of dorm 148, the number almost mocking him as he stares at it. Taking a deep breath, he inserted the key into the lock and turned it, the door opening with a soft creak.

Aaric pushed the door open and stepped inside, his eyes taking in the room. It was a standard dorm, equipped with a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe, there's another door adjacent to the bed, most likely leading to the bathroom. A small window let in a shaft of sunlight, casting beams across the room.