"Every house has its downfalls. Prejudices, rivalries, ridiculous shortsighted focus. The entire system's full of holes. I'm not looking forward to it, but it is, apparently, what it is."

Yes, he was still in quite the sour mood, but seemed to brighten a little when they reached the dungeon. The cold, drafty dungeon, with towels and uniforms laid out and two privacy curtains.

"Well, we've made it. And they're not as terrible as they could be."

He held a uniform to himself, seemingly satisfied that it would fit, and stepped behind the curtain to change. Just drying off would take a few minutes---it was really astounding how thoroughly they'd been drenched. A breeze drifted through, and he shivered despite himself.

"H-have you felt any symptoms of the magical overload illness they described?"