[center] [h2]The Mad Hatter [/h2] [/center]

Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. 

He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. [i]Maybe Maria was magic...[/i] He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... [i]Maybe... She was magic?[/i] He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. 

He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to [i]5:23[/i], instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. 

He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfA5UqEU_80]and quietly played a song[/url]