"Well, we're here now. No more seasickness, ja?"

Copen turned away from the rough boy, nodding at her invitation. He felt slightly guilty about the boy's state, but they needed to get off this boat. He was slightly excited about what laid ahead; but also a bit apprehensive. He was scared of his own strength - he'd seen the look on Wendy's face. Hoping that this place would offer him a solution other than preventing his powers - regeneration was pretty useful after all - he walked beside Wendy off the boat. The boy didn't really see it as anything more than accompanying a stranger. A nice stranger. He stuck his hands in the pockets of the black coat he wore over his striped button-up shirt. 

They were lead through into a beautiful garden, and Copen's jaw dropped slightly. He took a seat on one of the many seats at the front, composing himself as he saw the Head Mistress. She looked like a powerful woman. It was cold here, but so beautiful - he'd visited the Black Forest once, in winter. This place certainly could compete. He might feel sort of at-home here. Crossing his arms, he listened respectfully to her words. So, no sexual relations? Well, he could probably deal with that... He could be flirtatious, and he loved women, but he was mostly here to get his powers under control anyway. He'd probably only hurt a girl if he got too close.

Copen rose when she was finished, following the indicators given to them. The scents of the kitchen were glorious, and he looked at the other people inside curiously as he walked past. His purposeful stride lead him to the front of the line, and he peered down at the harassed-looking secretary. "Hello," he greeted her. With one or two words later, he was told of his room-mate and given his luggage. Copen had two large suitcases in each hand as he followed the staff member assigned to lead him. His room-mate was a boy named Victor. He called a loud, "See you later!" to Wendy before heading around a corner. 

Wondering idly whether he'd get along with Victor, he beamed at the staff member as they entered the room. "Thank you!" he boomed, throwing his suitcases on the bed. The piece of furniture creaked ominously with the force of his throw, but it held true. At a second look, the frame was metal - probably a good idea. He flopped down with a soft sigh, glad to finally be at the school.