[h2] Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin [/h2]

Rylan walked into the hallway, his eyes wandering the plaques for his name. He saw the big dude, Adam apparently, scratching at his name plaque with a knife. He applied deliberate self-control to prevent himself from doing something rash to the guy... but he decided to let it be. He'd let the guy think he had won - let him think he'd actually [i]scared[/i] Rylan. Of course, he hadn't. Not at all. Rylan wasn't afraid of anyone... Oh, if only tall, dark and ugly knew what he was capable of. 

As Rylan passed Adam, he waved his hand indiscreetly, focusing on the door. On it's own, the door slammed shut and the knob locked from the inside. [i]Oh how I love magic...[/i]. He'd instantly known magic was present in this place... He could - [i]feel[/i] it, almost. When Godmother Frey had used her showy little appearance and disappearance, Rylan's presuppositions were confirmed. She had to be a magic user of some kind. Rylan knew he wasn't the only one. 

He didn't wait for Adam to notice his door had been shut and locked, but rather he found his room and went inside. He found himself looking at an ginger-haired guy sitting on his bed. [i]Why couldn't I have a room alone...[/i] He didn't speak to the guy, but rather plopped his bags down on the bed. He turned abruptly and curtly to the guy and said. "My name is Rylan. Rule numero uno - don't touch my stuff. Rule numero dos - Don't touch me. If we live by these rules, I'll do my best not to hate you and you can live throughout this year without waking up with your hair on fire. Pleased to meet you."