[i]Scratch. Scratch.[/i]

Beast sat in the largest chair in the living room of his vast home, the one left to him by his parents, scratching the side of his head as he looked over the letter that had arrived from the Academy.

[color=brown]"What is it with these people and letters? This is like the third one they have sent me. I'm tired of reading them!"[/color] He shouted, throwing the paper to the ground. [color=brown]"I'm not going!"[/color] He continued, turning his head toward the fire place in defiance.

[color=silver]"Oh no, no, no. That won't do, Master. you promised!"[/color] Ms. Potts responded, making short 'tink's as she hopping over closer to him. Lumière and Cogsworth shortly behind her.

[color=silver]"She's right. You made a promise to us!"[/color] Lumière spoke, bowing curtly.

[color=Silver]"Yes, yes. A man always keeps his word."[/color] Cogsworth added in a gentle manner. 

Beast sighed, clearly distressed. This entire situation put his nerves on edge, his heart was sinking down to his down, a look of distress on his face. The three servants all looked to one another, sadness in their eyes.

A few moments later, Beast was up and packing his things and within the hour he was in a cab on his way to the academy. It was certainly out of the way to go to, which he didn't mind. He didn't want any more people around him than necessary. Green trees flew past as the driver came closer to the academy. Beast's eyes went up to the rear view mirror where he could see his reflection. Angry dark eyes stared back at him and dark locks of thick brown hair fell into his eyes. He pulled his hands up to his head and pulled the hair into a ponytail, tying it up to keep it out of his face as much as he wanted to hide. 

He stepped out of the car when they arrived and waved the cab away as it went to unload his things into his room for him. It was his own personal driver after all. The dark haired, dark eyed Beast looked around the academy, eying a group of people at the entrance with an elderly woman. He looked down at himself. Simple khaki pants with a white v-neck short and brown shoes. He didn't... look too scary right? He tried his best to put a smile on his face as he walked up to the group of people but it didn't last very long as his nerves got the better to him. His smile faded and was replaced with a scowl as his heart palpated and his palms began to sweat. He didn't even register the people around him at this point. He was just trying very very hard to keep control of himself and not run out of there with all speed.