Success

Comfortably seated in the simple chair, Fen finally had the moment to take a proper look at the man behind the desk. 

A storm of grey hair that seemed to live their own life and travel in all directions was the most eyecatching element of his looks during the first glance. Even without any form of force interacting with them, the dean's hair continued to flutter as if the man was standing against a strong wind current. Yet it was the second, closer look that allowed the young man to notice the most discerning feature of the man in front of him.

It was his eyes.

Fully filled with green, they seemed as if the man lacked the black dots that decorated most of the humans' eyes with how rich the colour of his aureolas was. But only once the man actually raised his sight from the papers before him and took a look at Fen, did the true insanity of his eyes reveal itself.