The lounge, when you finally reach it, is a large room liberally decorated with a variety of wizards-in-training, mostly human. All of them ignore you; apparently the arrival of a butler with a yellow dragon on his shoulders is of no note whatsoever.
The comon dress code seems to be whatever happened to be at hand, as long as it has pockets, and varies from full robes decorated with silver and gold patterns, to thin harnesses that make you wonder how the wearer isn't freezing to death. (The answer, of course, is magic. These are grad students, after all; they're all - at least in theory - halfway competent thaumaturges.)
To your left, a group of students cluster around what appears to be some kind of game involving animated figurines. To your right, the only dwarf in the room is doing metalwork with a portable forge. Ahead of you the other students are scattered about the room, doing what students do - mostly talking, reading, or sleeping.
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