James had arrived earlier hoping that being early was a good thing. He was eager, yes; but most of the reason was he was nervous and wanted to get the introductions and first day done. His parents didn't look very sad at his departure, which was worrying, but in any case things couldn't get any worse. Not unless he had to fight something. Then things might have gone downhill. 

James had been called a witch hunter from an early age, which wasn't fitting as he had killed very few. His parents would be contracted to have James get kidnapped by the witch, where the boy would proceed to decimate it using magic. This got him transferred to the very academy he was standing in. A famous one, definitely - but not his first choice, but that was how things went in his family. Looking around, there were some people beginning to enter, but none that note worthy. None except a girl around his age entering, looking slightly worried and lost, but receiving some optimism on her face as she entered. [i]Christ things are already looking rough. Where the hell am I supposed to go?[/i] he thought, spinning around and scanning the area for a possible sign, but finding none.