The Grave of Fairies, huh? Keelah was looking forward to graduation, then the real work could start. It was hard to lead an investigation when you were studying nine-to-five with homework on top. He had always wanted to be a Cerberus Knight like his father, maybe when he was free he would start training towards the course, if they would welcome someone who practiced in the darker arts. Not many people sacrificed their own blood to cast spells or spent their free time reading old tomes about ancient arts and dark contracts. Keelah places his hands in his pockets and took in a deep breath, he was getting ahead of himself - right now all he should be concentrating on was the trail itself. Baby steps he told himself, baby steps.
The nineteen year old boy wandered around the Academy Gardens, his bag thrown casually over his shoulder along with his black blazer. His tie was loose, his top buttons open and his shirt lazily untucked. Around his wrists were linen bandages, mainly white besides some red blotches which were burgundy and dried. One or two of his fellow classmates had noticed his wrappings, but nobody had questioned it yet, to his great relief. If they did, it would be an awkward topic to explain. Everyone had skeletons in their closets, some just had more than others.
He came to a large tree in the grounds and settled between its large roots; laying his back against the rough bark, looking up to the clouds in the sky and listening to the rustling of the leaves. Maybe a nice nap would make his upcoming potions class more bearable...
... he failed at potions so much.
