Stepping forward, Blaise felt the ripple of the ancient wards as they accepted his presence. It was reassuring in a way, but also slightly unnerving. The door opened without him having to touch the handle and then he was striding into the entryway, the familiar smell of home hitting him immediately. Once inside, the door closed behind him and then all was silent. Uncomfortable, Blaise stood there not knowing what to do next. He had no luggage, having used what was available to him at his family's Venice home.