Hanzõ leaves the homeroom and heads for his assigned dorm. He had a smile on his lips and his eyes close slowly. The face on the Headmaster had been priceless. For some reason, seeing him like that felt fulfilling, as strange as it sounds. After a while he steps into the room and looks around, it was suitable and would do just fine for it's purpose. He glances at one of the two beds, shaking his head and claiming one of them. He sets down the small bag he had been carrying along and lays down on the bedding. he assumed that the other bed was not there for show, someone would more than likely sleep on it. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a rugged journal and flips it open.

He closed his eyes for a moment and then begun writing on the page. Names of his classmates appeared on it, as well as the Headmaster's name. He closes the journal once the page is done and slides it into his bag. Then he sits up, moves on the floor and lowers himself on his knees, his eyes close and darkness surrounds him, he begins to listen and sits in wait as if meditating, but there woul be right time for that later. As for now, he'd wait and see who is the soul that he would share the room with. Maybe it was one of the females from the class.