Being five-four, my legs had to work a lot harder to match his long strides. "School? Are you kidding me, gardinel?" Tristan kept walking without turning around to look at me. "You'll be attending classes and staying in the dormitory until you graduate. We're meeting the headmaster. He'll tell you the rest." I'd imagined myself with my own place in Haverleau, free to do as I pleased. Nowhere in my fantasies had school come into play. Tristan opened a large set of entrance doors and we were met by a broad, muscular man who looked like he should be playing professional football. His smooth skin was the color of dark chocolate, and his hair was cropped close to his head in military style. He wore grey sweats and a navy blue gym shirt that had "Lumiére Academy" printed on it in white, elegant script. Beneath it was a symbol of interlocking water swirls enclosed within a diamond. Huge arms bulged under the short sleeves. On his left bicep, a large tattoo of a golden eagle glared menacingly at me, its outstretched wings circling around his arm.
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