Surprisingly, no-one awaits you.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door...

...and find the room empty.

Not completely, obviously. You had expected the place to be bigger than it seemed on the outside thanks to the innate magic of the place, and that proved to be true. Two bedrooms, a large living area, an upstairs for study with a separating for roomates. There were even hints that someone already lived here, based on some of the rather advanced arcane texts strewn about the sitting room.

Beyond that, however, the place was empty. You called to see if anyone was home, you knocked on each of the doors, searched the upstairs (and found yourself immediately impressed by the sheer amount of in-house learning material), and yet... no sign of life.

What you do find, however, one other sign that life existed in this void, and recently; A note sitting on the left side of the upstairs study, addressed in your name.

Dear Miss Clairemont;

It is my honor and privilege to welcome you to Keventhor Academy! This year tis only my second semester at this wonderful and historic establishment, however I can say with all sincerity that it is without a doubt the finest of it's kind that I have seen in my times within these lands and with that same sincerity, it is my hope that you shall find it to your liking.[

As I understand it, you are titled. If Miss Clairemont is not the proper title, you can feel free to correspond with me so that I might discover said title myself, and give you the respect your family commands by particular title. If my understanding is incorrect, however, or if you prefer not to be referred to by your title, I will cease and desist with such conversation immediately.

It is with the utmost humility that I must apologize to you, most wort-with. I attempted to awaken this afternoon to meet you, but your late arrival was quite unfortunate. I, like some others here at the Academy, take night classes, and I was not keen to find myself late on the first day of the semester. I suspect that our schedules will not permit us to get to know each other in proper discourse, as we shall rarely see one another, however it is my poor and genuine hope that we shall find a way to get to know one another.

With genuine hope and interest in corresponding again soon,

Aemnoc Haltrayn.

****

Humming softly to yourself, your eyes scroll over the letter once more. It was... rather stuffy, if you were honest with yourself. There was a time when your living quarters were public to your suitors and while this wasn't on the level of aggressiveness, both in offers of monetary reward and sickly lovefelt oaths, it was the same sort of language that reminded you of home in the worst way.

Still, your new roommate (whoever he, she, or they might be) seemingly went quite out of their way to make you feel at home.

Perhaps you should write back?