With a jerk, Ambrose rolled out of the bed. The slam of the dorm-room door had startled him from his doze, which was done by his aloof roommate. They somehow gotten off on the wrong foot in their first meeting, and now the two seemed to be at odds. It didn't bother Ambrose much he had already made an enemy at this new place, he just wish he didn't have to share a room with the guy. 

Growling, Ambrose pushed the black curls out of his eyes and focused his gaze on the clock set upon the dresser next to his bed. With a yelp he sprang to his feet and stuffed his textbooks and other school supplies into a backpack then bolted out the room. He hustled out and onto the campus, he paused briefly when the sun hit his face. Taking in the fresh air, Ambrose took a moment to contemplate how normal the academy looked at first glance. Everyone looked like usual college kids; besides the magic they were performing of course. Other then that, college life matched what was on TV mostly. The dramatic chance of Ambrose's life was still something he hadn't fully registered yet.

Suddenly remembering why he was rushing in the first place, he picked up his pace again and jogged across the lawn towards the registration office. As soon as the young man approached, the long line immediately came into view. With a sigh he stepped into place, still panting from his run. Ambrose once again pushed tangled locks out of his tired eyes, shifting from foot as he watched a girl hop off, shouting back "your usual?" to the guy in front of Ambrose. Who nodded in response. Ambrose could only make out he profile of his face, and he couldn't but noticed the defined jaw. With that he was suddenly aware of his ratty appearance, adorned only in dark grey sweatpants and a black turtleneck.