[color=6ecff6]"You did well too, a 'ery long game."[/color] Zacharie's cheeks turned a little pink despite the slight annoyance held in her voice. Locked into a stalemate, this was not a way Zacharie preferred to send his time at these card games. While it did show skill to prolong a duel, it also detracted time from more non-trivial things like reading. He was up a few scenes from his arrival here so far, and would need another book to burn through at this rate. It was clear that unlike Vincent this girl was a bit less social, and her outfit suggested her strong-minded independence, in contrast to the others who had taken up their uniforms already. That being said, he just gave her a nod and stayed behind a good distance as to not make her irritable.

There were the three Ael's nearby, although they seem to be paused in some sort of Clan staring contest? Zacharie was not quite sure what to think of them, given that they seemed to be common here, and many siblings showed up to this place for some odd reason, relatives even. He chuckled internally as he considered dragging his older brother along for this. Probably Adrien, the middle child who wouldn't mind as much as he was an artist touring Europe for inspiration. It was his turn to pick a sandwich, several sorts and varieties from sweet to savoury, yet nothing really too appealing. A simple cheese sandwich would work enough, a thin spread of butter tucked in by a blanket of American cheese between two pieces of white bread. It was god-awful compared to the real cheeses Zacharie was accustomed to, he had chosen poorly and washed the unnatural processed cheese slice down with a large swig of water before looking at the sandwich with French culinary disgust.  

Speaking of brothers, there was some noises down the Wind Dorm, chaos even. Not Vincent's type of chaos, but more of a tumultuous sort. It was as if either a massacre was occurring in the dorm, or someone was on running people over with automobiles. Seriously the dorm was really, really rather loud, probably enough to wake duelist trying to sleep in that dorm. If the noise levels escalated to the point of reaching the Light dorm, then Zacharie may not be able to finish the first part of his book tonight. So he glanced about looking for anyone to question his entry into the Wind dorm, looking certainly out of place in his Light jacket draped over his shoulders while he was holding his bottle and nibbled-on sandwich.

It was all going well, and perhaps he did get a few stares from the Wind dormies, but no one told him to leave or otherwise so far. The part he didn't see was the wall of adrenaline-fueled knight running at him as he turned the corner and ended up being tackled by a larger boy. Well, someone was evidently running people over, and using a loud air horn evidently. As Zacharie groaned to recover from his winded state and shook his head, he was certain he was about to give this careless boy an earful of French, [color=6ecff6]"fai-!"[/color] but then he realized, after noticing his water spilled over his jacket and shirt who it was who just floored him squarely.

Ben Carson.