Azriel woke up with a startle. He felt like he could not move, he felt restricted, tied up. When he looked down, he was, by his snake. He often made it a habit to sleep with his pet snake Botis, and every once and awhile the snake would get a sick sense of humor. So in the middle of the night he would coil around Azriel and when he wakes up, Botis' head would be on his chest and he would look at Azriel with what looked like a smile but he could never tell. After getting untangled he felt like he needed to take a shower so he did. Afterwards he got changed into some grey casual joggers and a navy blue V-neck. After his shower he let Botis out and allowed him to slither around the room. 

Azriel decided it was time to go socialize with his fellow students so he left the room and walked down to the Tomb. On his way down he could hear the different sound and voices of new students and old ones alike. Once he reached the stairwell he began to think back to what his mother said before he left his home for his 5th year. 

[i]"So do you have everything?” She asked sounding uninterested as usual. "Yes i think. Why did I need something else?" Azriel responded not even looking at her while he moved around his room. He and his mother had gotten into another fight the night before. It was over his reluctance to follow down her foot steps and become someone in the muggle world. "I know that we don't always see eye to eye but I need you to understand that I am still your mother. “As she said this he didn't even spare her a look and continued to make sure Botis was comfortable in his cage. "Look at me!” She said with a stern face and a sharp tone. Azriel looked up and stared blankly at her. "Yes." He said nonchalantly. “I have come to terms with the fact that you are getting older. This means a lot of different things but one of the most important is that you have started to make your own decisions. So, as much as I don't want to, I would like you to know that i accept your morals, choices, and dreams. But there is one thing I have to say, your father got lucky with his practice. It was a 50/50 chance and he got the better half. That does not mean that will happen for you. With what the Republic is going through and the magic community in general, you need to know that you might not get to fulfill your dream and aspirations. So, if you are ever in a pinch, been beaten to a pulp or just need someone to talk to, call me. I don't care how far you are, or what time of day it is you just call me. Understand." With that she left his room with a smile on her face. Azriel stood there in shock, for that was the nicest thing she had ever said to him. He took it as a good omen and whispered a thank you to her back as she left.[/i] 

When he came out of his nostalgic daze, he found himself at the entrance to the Tomb. On the inside he saw many different faces, some he knew and some he didn't. He then realized that something felt different about what is to come this year at Salem. He felt certain that with his first step into this vibrant room something good would come from this year. So he took it.