It had been an unorthodox trip, mainly avoiding the main roads and shy of relying on any maps or compass. He'd flipped open his pocket watch, unaware that the old busted heirloom was roughly ten minutes behind, closed it, and crept along a line of branch until he had a good view of the open window. The trees rustled in a cool burst of wind, ruffling his coat, a couple leaves whistling by his snout. Honestly, he had not required any map. The strong pulse of magic that emanated from the ancient castle was so thick, he could have navigated towards it blind-folded.
It's amazing, isn't it? Llewellyn wanted to shake the branch and whoop, but reigned it in. This was a scholarly environment, and it required a professional touch. He just shook the branch gently instead.
After double-checking the pocket watch, Llewellyn took a deep breath and hopped off the tree branch. His hands found the ledge by the window and he quickly pulled himself up and over, spilling into a corridor. Quickly, he fixed his robes and hat and adjusted his travel pack, bearing in mind to stand up straight as a board. If he'd timed it right, he was two minutes early. And he wanted to make a good first impression!
As he straightened his hat, his eyes darted around, searching the hallway for a sign of where he needed to go. "Let's see, if my trajectory was correct I should be just about..." Turning around, it was only then that he'd noticed somebody standing there. Just outside the doors he meant to enter. "Oh! Pardon me, Sir. Is this the Headmaster's office? I believe I have an appointment."