Michael, Melody and Rudy walked through the bustling halls of the western wing. This was an area usually off-limits for first-years, backed up by the fact there was no one present that they recognized from class.
The area opened up to a large multi-storied atrium of sorts. Natural light fell upon the area through large windows adorning the western wall and up above—giving a first-class view of the scenic castle grounds.
As Michael's eyes moved across the space, he saw three stories that overlooked the large open space. At a glance, it seemed that the second floor was most packed, while the third had significantly less students.
The fourth and final floor appeared empty.
"Professor Stark said we need to talk to the administrators before we go to the training room." Melody reminded them, pointing towards a place in the far corner of the atrium.
