Silus yawned and slowly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, adjusting his posture in the enveloping tall backed red leather chair that had become his within the first week of arriving in this place. A dog eared copy of Shakespeare's Macbeth splayed open in his lap. His eyes flicked quickly to the clock that hung on one of the many bookshelves that lined his room. He chewed gently on his bottom lip as he realized today would be his first day in a Japanese school. He yawned again, running a hand of slender fingers through his obsidian hair...as if it would change the fact it was perpetually messed. With a sigh, he rose and journeyed to his bathroom. A quick shower and he dressed in his old uniform from england, the school he was going to deemed it necessary for him to stand out even further. He pulled his thin black tie tight to his neck before loosening it rather quickly. Silus had a unique skill of wearing even the most tailored outfit with an air of dishevlement that he knew would annoy the traditional people of the school. He chewed at his lip again before waiting for his current ward to drive him to the school. 
 
He could feel the eyes upon him as he sat aside from the other students in the assembly. He stood out like a sore thumb. His midnight coloured uniform with the checked red pattern that dominated the lining didn't help him fit in amongst the sea of uniforms. Nor did his pale white skin for that matter. Even some of the teachers looked at him peculiarly. He chewed at his lip and simply tried to follow what the headmistress was saying. All he gathered was for him to find his name on a class sheet. He found his name quickly and decided to hang back, he knew his teacher would have been breifed about having an exchange in the class. He simply waited flr the teacher or someone to come grab him and direct him to class.