Arthur Fichal
Having left his home behind, Artie walked with his cousins and siblings to the cave they always used to get to school. It was dark, and ominous, and frankly nothing but a sheer cliff of rock to anyone non-magical, but to Artie it was downright homey. Well, compared to his family's dilapidated castle, anyway.
They passed through the cavern, their baggage carried by imps and sprites, spirits and elementals, and other servants of the family, until they reached the surprisingly modern-looking subway platform and hired dead-eyed porters to carry their things. At the proper time, Artie settled into his seat, and took the train on to school.
At Ingwe's questions, Artie laughed. "Uh, sure, I'm up for a visit to the Maze. Although probably not until after dinner, when its nice and dark."