Dresden Academy

Leland had put off scheduling himself for classes until the very last minute. He hated these sort of things, he always felt like psychiatrists could just see right through him and there were things he wasn't ready to share. As for school, he wasn't a particularly good student though he did excel in working with his hands and did surprisingly well in advanced herbology.

He had waited for the other student to get out of the office before mustering up all his swagger and sauntering into the office, exuding his I don't give a damn attitude. "What's up Dawkins?" he asked slumping into the chair across from his desk.