Sleeth frowned at the picture of this building, what could this possibly hope to accomplish? Though as his fingers brushed the laminated paper he felt himself falling forward. He was fast to catch himself but it seemed futal as that too succumbed to this vortex. He glared through the black locks, the bright red eyes flowing with rage to have a picture overpower him though in a moment he'd completely fallen in.

He didn't make a noise as he landed, other than the thud of his back hitting the ground. He didn't even notice there was a ground to hit until it was too late to attempt landing it. "You would think they would lay some type of mat out if people come falling in from the air." He says, brushing it off. He looked up at the building and blink. "Their school?" Standing he began brushing off the refined cloak and adjusting the silver family chrest on his chest. "One hell of an entrance, maybe I came out in the wrong spot..."