'Ah.'
Azrael smiled awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The anticipation had not prepared him for the reality of this moment. 'I expected this, but... it feels so uncomfortable,' he thought, trying to steady his nerves.
The moving day welcoming ceremony had just wrapped up, and each team was led by an assigned housemaster to the manor where they would be staying for the entire week.
Right now, Eirian and Azrael stood in front of their team members, with the imposing manor they would be staying in looming behind them.
There were a few things that Azrael noted with a sense of unease.
First, their housemaster was not the same one described in the novel.
Apparently, both the housemasters for the red team and yellow team were personally chosen by Azrael's father, Emperor Regulus, which was both convenient and surprising.
That was not the only thing that had changed.
