Leo sighed, he’d not gotten any sleep again. He’d not been sleeping well for days now, He was considering going to talk to someone about it. But as per usual he shoved it to the back of his head. “sooner or later I’ll deal with it” He muttered and glanced at his watch, It was six in the morning. He got dressed, eschewing school uniform in favour of a pair of basic black joggers and a thermos top, grabbing Brahak and his wave gun he made his way downstairs and out the second year dorm. Expecting very few people to be up at this hour he’d decided he might as well go for a run, In the snow. He reminded himself about that about two minutes after he’d started running. Well No point in stopping now and seeming like a wuss. He chided himself, even though he was pretty confident everyone else except the two stones were asleep at this moment. Humming to himself he continued to run for a good 45 minutes before getting back to the dorm. Letting himself in he headed up towards his room, shaking the snow out of his hair. It was snowing again. At this rate he’d half expect it to never be summer. Shrugging he got in to his room, had a shower and got changed, At this point it was just ticking over quarter past seven. Shrugging Leo Decided on a Early breakfast and headed down to the cafeteria. It didn’t take him long to get there. Though it took him much longer to eat. He felt ravenous. 

By the time he’d finished it was quarter to nine, shrugging to himself he left his eleventh round of toast half finished and headed out towards class. The class, Class 2-H was being led by one Mr. Jeremiah, as far as anyone could tell a rather unremarkable fellow who’s only defining trait was his constant companion of a coffee thermos, and his hyperactivity. He taught combat knowledge, which, simply put, was the theory of punching things really hard. Making his way in to class about five minutes early Leo sat down in one of the empty desks, hooking Brahak’s straps over the edge of it. Waiting for the others to arrive.