The Academy - Part 7

"There's also Advanced Strategy being taught to the third years, down that way," the blonde boy put in. "We could guide you there, if you wished, ser, but again I would advise against it, for the reasons that I said earlier. Also, it would be improper for members of the serving class to go so close to the doors of a noble classroom."

But even as he put in that complaint, Oliver was walking in the direction of Advanced Strategy, which happened to be at the end of the corridor in which those two serving class boys had been heading down. "Advanced Strategy sounds interesting," he said as he walked. "I must be a third year then, right, since I'm fifteen?"

The two older students were left a few paces behind him, as Oliver seized the initiative with enthusiasm, and strode towards the doors of his first class, even as the sun threatened to disappear beyond the horizon, and the curtain of darkness fell once more.