A small black sedan squirmed it's way up the mountains towards the academy it skidding slightly on the wet roads. Just the day before Chris had been sent on the first plane to England from New York. His family had given him a surprisingly warm send-off, then again it was a rite of passage among the Pryors. The entire flight had taken it's toll on Chris, he had verbally chastised a baby for keeping him awake and consequentially making him jet-lagged and tired. Swerving up the road he finally pulled up to the gates of the castle. There wasn't exactly anywhere to park so driving the car out of the way of the gate he parked it. Climbing out Chris straightened his tie, he was wearing a navy blue blazer alongside a buttoned up shirt,in one hand he held the handle to his suitcase containing all that he owned, in the other hand a black umbrella with the Pryor family crest printed on each side, his family cared about appearances.

Strutting through the rain Chris reached the entrance, the foyer was magnificent, a beautiful feat of architecture, he could see a few trophies on display with names of his family members...one day they'd have trophies with his name, more than any other Pryor before him. Taking his time Chris wandered to the dorm he had been assigned, with the umbrella now closed and tucked under his elbow he swung open the door with a slight whistle. The room was surprisingly impressive, better than the small room he had at home, all of his siblings had gotten the good rooms leaving him to get a converted nursery. Four beds were spread out, Chris made a beeline for one pushed into the darkest corner, at least from here he could the entire room.

Unpacking some of his stuff Chris stepped back out of the room, he had picked up some gum from his suitcase and was now chewing it in the corridor. Here he waited for the arrival of his 'room-mates'/friends/pawns, a sickly sweet smile on his face.