It was in the middle of November. The air was chilly, and the wind came in cold gusts with rain and sometimes snow. Deep in the forests, only the toughest animals had not gone to hibernate. The trees had lost all their leafs and stood now naked and dead.
Amongst the dead trees, around the middle of the forest, lay a huge castle-like building. It was about five levels tall and the main building was surrounded by four grand towers that were connected by walls. Inside and outside the building sat and walked many people. Most of them were wearing cloaks and hats, mostly because of the cold, but some wore them simply because it was common. All of them were either students or teachers. Even as early as 6:30 in the morning people started to gather. The building was their school; a school of witchcraft and wizardry
The days went by slowly at the School of Witchcraft. The classes were called "boring" and the teachers "lame". Only a few classes were lucky enough to have "cool" teachers.
One of these classes was 1WW-A. Right now that class was gathering on the field behind the main building. They were going to have their first flight lesson, and the class had started five minutes ago.
Inside the hallway, a young blonde male was running up the stairs in the fourth tower, towards his homeroom. His wooden Japanese-style sandals were echoing in the follow tower as he ran, and his breath was starting to get heavy.
As he at last reached the top and stood outside the huge door of the classroom, sweat trickled down his face and he was barely able to stand straight. He was late, again. Luckily it was Mrs. Broomz that had them this lesson and she usually did not mind when her students came just a few minutes too late. A bell rang in his head.
'Oh crap…' he muttered, realizing they were not supposed to meet at the classroom, but at the field! They were supposed to fly in this lesson! How could he forget?! Loud curses left his lips as he looked at the stairs that he had just come from. He had to run down again. And then run through the hallways, down some other stairs and run out across the school yard and exit the school's eastern gate to come to the field. Mrs. Broomz would kill him; that is if not the pain in his legs from all the running would.