It isn't the first time Dean walks through the University's doors, but he hasn't quite gotten used to it yet, and depending on what today brings, he might never get the chance.
The doors are tall, reaching high over his head, and higher yet the stone and the towers, higher than anything Dean has ever seen, save the highest tower of the castle of the King.
The hall of the University is two stories high, and Dean and Victoria got there early enough there is barely anyone. There are words carved, golden, into the marble floor, but the passage of people and time has long made them unreadable.
He tries not to look at the dragon bones.
The admissions are displayed on wooden panels strapped against the walls. Names, and one of two words: admitted and refused.
Admitted, beside Dean's name.
Refused, beside Victoria's.