It was a Sunday and the night was just beginning the sun slowly setting. Nestling itself behind the mountains as the moon begun to rise showing its kind and often welcomes face to the world. By this time most families would be eating dinner settling in for the night or some even nestled into their beds. But the time was ticking and the street lights in front of the schools entrance turned on. Today was move in day for the students it was time to meet the new faces of the school year. The school had no lights turned on inside for most of the students had no issues seeing in the dark. Summer was coming to an end and the last remaining crickets chirped outside.
The school had a long driveway so not to disturb the rest of the town when students arrived. The architecture was similar to that of an old English boarding school, large and full of character. The dorms had a similar look to them the only difference is the roofs were not nearly as pronounced the buildings being slightly more subtle. They looked more like a English manor in a sense. The school even had a gate entrance. It seemed sophisticated and upscale which made the people in the village believe that only rich children participated in this school.
The large gate was opened almost as if it was welcoming the students to come in. The headmaster stood on the steps to the school ready to greet his students. They had already received all the information needed so they could move in even the rooming situations were fixed. However it was still a point of the headmasters to make good first impressions. Unless someone already knew his scent they would not recognize his clean cut look for a hunter.