Upon entering the building, a man with short blond hair in a nice maroon suit with a visible wand holster at the front, was taking everyone’s name and their origin. When I walked up to him, the man looked me up and down and a slight sneer was on his lips, probably because of my age considering how much younger I looked compared to everyone else, at least until his eyes landed on my crown and sword. Then his eyes turned as wide as saucers. He cleared his throat and said in French, "