[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Teyao][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=5B8B64][b]Evening - Thur. Oct. 31, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	

The professors had taken their leave of the students now, some with more grace and poise than others, their patience somehow already tried and tested upon the first meeting. Headmistress Harkness was gone, too, leaving behind not a single instruction in her wake. Their time was theirs to use as they saw fit, now. Instruction would begin the next day - and as much as each student was doubtless filled with anticipation to begin, there was another mystery before them, perhaps one more pressing. 

	Their living situation.

	Those who had attended Strange Academy before would already be accustomed to its housing practices. There were several halls that housed students, divided largely by age and class standing. For students under the age of majority, there were a handful of houses, named for practitioners of the mystic arts and directly overseen by a member of faculty who lived amongst their charges. As for students who had reached the age of majority, their dormitory was a wing of its own at the school, named Laveau Hall in honor of one of New Orleans’ greatest witches.

	Despite the size of the school, moving from one end to the other was trivial, easily accomplished in less than a quarter hour. As the students left the Hall of Ancients, its heavy doors rang with finality as they swung close, not to open again until the next year - until the next batch of wide eyed and curious magi would come to this hallowed place. The students would pass by a number of classrooms on their route, as well as private sanctums - rooms the students could reserve to practice their craft alone, in a space where no harm could truly be done. On their way, they would pass by the new wing too, its doors locked with neat signs that read [i]MEDEAN HALL - UNDER CONSTRUCTION[/i]. The school’s population continued to expand. Medean hall would alleviate some of the strain, providing more rooms where students may reside. 

	At Laveau Hall, a grand staircase was constructed in a spiralling pattern, with each landing providing access to a single door. These doors varied in appearance and construction - some wooden and ornately carved, others slabs of iron, cruel and menacing, and still some who seemed to change each time your gaze fell upon them. 

	Once students identified their door, perhaps as brutishly as trying locks until they found a match to their key, they would be admitted into their room. As a default, they were sparsely furnished and decorated - a bed, wardrobe, desk, and chair for each student. With three placed to a room this year, the beds were pushed up against the wall, the desk snug against the head board and the wardrobe near the bed’s foot. The carpets were a soft gray, and the walls a dull off-white. Laundry facilities were located in the basement of the wing, with shared restrooms every few turns of the staircase. For all purposes, the rooms were no different than what would be found on a college campus. 

	That was, of course, until the students made their requests. By simple dictation, almost every element of the room could be customized - the walls, the floors, the furniture, the decor, the ambiance, the sound. As long as the cost of the magic was not great, the students could do as they pleased.