[color=fff200][i][h3]Runik Brandt[/h3][/i][hr][/color]
The building wasn’t even in sight yet when Runik sensed the swirl of magic around his person. It was familiar enough that he knew it wasn’t dangerous, but simply a headache and annoyance. The sensation faded quickly and he paused to rummage through the various pockets of his clothes, grumbling something about a shitty Headmaster all the while. More annoyed rather than confused when he found nothing, for a moment he debated just ignoring whatever had been deposited on his person. It was oh so tempting, but with a resigned sigh he set his bags down and began to pat himself down. Hopefully he didn’t look too stupid, but it didn’t seem like there was anyone around anyways. It took him a few moments to find the note, slipped in between his belt, and less time to read it before he crushed and incinerated it with a huff of annoyance. 

Well at the very least he knew of his roommate even if he didn’t know the other boy personally. Logarius Okopir, or more commonly called Midas. An Alchimia user whose nickname made it fairly obvious what he specialized in. If Runik wasn’t mistaken then the other student should have been Sorcerer or Warlock class. Not really someone he was interested in fighting, but apparently the student was pretty alright for someone with the potential to easily become a rich snob. At the very least he couldn’t recall any heated words spoken alongside his roommate’s nickname.

He stopped his thoughts right there, figuring the two of them would meet soon enough and he could get an actual first impression then. No need to try and draw one up based off hearsay that he didn’t even remember all that clearly. It was a few more minutes before the dormitory came into view and thankfully only moments after he stepped inside that he was allowed to head up to the room. The Headmaster’s meddling hadn’t done anything to invalidate the forms and papers he had filled out earlier, so everything was still in order and ready for pick up. 

Bags sailed gracefully through the air, bounced several times on the mattress, rolled just slowly enough to tip off the edge, and fell softly to the ground with light thumps. A perfect toss if he were the judge, and seeing as he was the only one around Runik guessed that role did fall onto him. He let his shoulders slump, relaxing as he gazed around the room that was his home for the next year, presumably. 

It was about twice the size of his previous room, but this was shared so that was to be expected. The layout divided the room into two mirrored sides, and he figured a few things needed to be moved around on his part at the least. The hardwood floor was a nice touch over the carpet he had last year though. He slipped his shoes off by the entrance, tossed his beanie onto the bed, and set his backpack off to the side before cracking his knuckles. Runik wondered if anyone was below him at the moment as he glanced at the floor, but figured an apology afterwards would be enough. With that he approached the bed frame, took a deep breath, and pulled. It did not wish to co-operate and protested his decision greatly with a screech.