Looking up at the large cottage set in the countryside, complete with overgrown hedges and hanging moss, Darcy couldn't help but feel far away from the only form of known home. Truthfully, the young apprentice was very honored by receiving an invitation to fill one of three spots under the Grandmage Ygnatius. It was not expected of a humble unknown orphan. Sure, talents in magic had been evident, but Darcy's orphanage had not been able to afford any in depth lessons beyond the basics taught at school. Finding skill in illusions, self-application had focused in that area as independent study and practical application at the local library and park respectively. Toting a battered suitcase which only held one set of pajamas, a toothbrush and comb, two changes of clothes, and an extra pair of shoes aside from a few personal mementos, Darcy had ridden in carts from town to town until finally having to make the rest of the journey on foot to end up here. Here, looking up at the building, standing next to two other apprentices, Darcy only hoped for the best.