A limousine drives and stops before the school. The vehicle is squeky clean, white and a polar opposite of subtle. The door opens and Hanz steps out of it. He's wearing his family uniform and his white jacket on it. Anyone would be hot and sweaty in that kinda clothing, but not Hanz, for he has a nice and cool breeze travelling around his body wherever he went.

He picks up his green luggage, the rest of his bags had gone missing during his flight for his great annoyance, from within and turns to walk to the yard, his eyes dart around swiftly. Show offs, everywhere. Just the way people should be when they are special like this. Perfect. He immediately starts to head towards the building he was supposed to be going. And he made damn sure to take the route which would be the most visible on, just in case someone did not notice his arrival yet. 

Hanz happened to step into the hallway just in time for people to stumble over one another. Seems like some things never change, he thought to himself while laying his sharp eyes on the scene. He shook his head slightly before walking past the two, one which seemed to be in the wrong building as far as he knew, but then, what did he know, this was not Germany, maybe things were different here.