Bragi gave an exhalation of sympathy as he imagined what it might be like to dash to class with the staircases changing underfoot. Bragi had always been a good boy, never late for a class (or at least very rarely), but Tybalt Kirke painted a very vivid picture. And Bragi was in an uncharacteristically rebellious mindset anyway, as he adventured through a mysterious castle out of hours.

”Oh no, I’m all for heights”, Bragi smiled enthusiastically, and followed Tybalt up the first dark staircase, noting every detail from the worn-but-regal carpet to the rows of animated portraits, all of them well-dusted for the Coming Out Ball.

He was careful to step where Tybalt stepped, though lifted his gaze quickly when he heard something at the top of the second staircase. Two people were chatting quietly, unseen, as they made their way along the corridor towards the stairwell. Startled, not knowing just how much he was not allowed to be here, Bragi looked to Tybalt for instruction.