Nathan, sneaking out at night, as per usual, he would slide swiftly out of his window, landing ontop of the hedge, that had a constant groove in it. He would carefully begin moving to the wide gated area that secludes his home from the rest. He would check the time, and pounce behind the large oak tree, awaiting the care taker to wander past, per usual. He would carefully slide through one of the gates large gaps, heading down the street into the modern suburb.

He would head down the road until meeting an old abandoned home that didn't seem to be there. He quietly wondered "[color=0076a3][i]Did I take a wrong turn[/i][/color]?" before shrugging it off and quickly moving inside. Inside the abandoned home it was quite dusty, although large, like one of the mansions. How in all hell could nobody have noticed this? None the less, he continued moving up the stairs, which at the top he was greeted by two sets of stairs, trailing in opposite directions, and a large painting, dust covering the title, Nathan would move forward, and tediously wipe away the dust that hid the name.

"The Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts." What a stupid name..But..The picture was just..magnificent. He carelessly reached forward, planning on feeling the crisp, oldness of the painting, the feeling that was truly warming to the touch. He would instead fall down, into the picture?! Nathan would fall rather late, not exactly high, but not exactly low, he would gasp, seeing other people in the courtyard, landing quite [s]swiftly[/s] stupidly, on his ass, although the grass easing his fall, the light ache in his backside still resided.