"Ok then Mr. Auguste." he said, as he followed the now confirmed counselor to the stables. Though, he really didn't feel he could trust this man either. There was something about the way he looked at him, it was as if he was being examined, as though either he said was being thoroughly processed and combed from bits of information, and he did not trust that. He walked into the stable, but made sure he did so alone. He really couldn't stop the man from following him but he wasn't inviting him. 

He was having second thoughts about coming to this school. He had to learn about boring things like history and had to relearn how to write properly in what-ever they call, which he heard they completely changed for what-ever reason, and the people seemed quite strange and like there was always someone who was watching or even studying him. 

He walked through the stables until he found his horse, petted her and made sure everything was in order. He signaled his two will-o-wisp to follow him, and he decided to try to find his room without an escort. It took him awhile, but he finally managed to find his room and get everything in order.