Moving through the halls of the Clocktower at a hurried pace just short of a jog, Dieter Voigt made his way towards the head master’s office. He was running later than he has anticipated, something that he was very aware of with each passing second, but he also did not want to cause a scene by sprinting through the halls when classes were still in session; turning another corner he increased his pace, knowing that his destination was nearby.

It had been some years since he had last walked these corridors, not since he had still been a student, but they were familiar nonetheless and he needed no guidance to bring him to where he needed to be. He paused outside the head master’s office to rearrange his clothes and hair as well as to catch his breath, taking the time to make himself look presentable before he knocked on the door, opened it and walked in; he was already late after all, they were expecting him and he could hear voices on the other side.

Once inside he quickly glanced around the room, taking in the six figures already standing or sitting around the room. One his recognised as Director Archibald but the rest were strangers; others like himself perhaps. Ducking his head he stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him. [color=8dc73f]“Ich entschuldige mich.”[/color]

Correcting himself, Dieter repeated himself in English. [color=8dc73f]“I apologise for my lateness.”[/color] It had been many years since he had last visited the Clocktower, and as many years since he had last spoken to his father in person. Before coming to this meeting he had taken the time to meet the man in person, to catch up and also to collect the catalyst that his father had prepared for him. He shifted the box he held in his arms to prevent it from slipping; inside was a fragment of the Trojan Horse, a relic of the Achaean expedition to reclaim Helen from Paris, the son of King Priam of Troy. The Trojan War was a battleground for many legendary heroes; whatever Servant answered his summons, with a catalyst such as this they were sure to be powerful.

His meeting with his father had lasted longer than he had expected, which was not a suitable excuse, but it led to his lateness here. Hopefully, he had not missed too much.