[u][b]Regis Dimitrios[/b][/u]

Regis frowned for the span of a second, before resuming his normal smile. There it is again. 'Rude.' For some reason he had heard that a lot recently. Is that some new form of slang? One of those words that gain new meanings? There's a linguistic term for that, he thinks. Regis adds a mental note to check online and see if the dictionary had been updated.

His eyebrows shot up as Ruby casually introduced him incorrectly. Nevermind, perhaps the reason Ruby's suggestion that his script was 'rude' was not because she was secretly some writing mastermind, but because she had some kind of reading deficit or learning disability. After all, his name was clearly written at the top, yet she said his name was [i]Reginald[/i] of all things. The entry barrier to St. Fortuna's has truly dwindled. Regis fears for the future of this fine academy.

"It's 'Regis', my visually impaired friend, but I shan't blame you for your disability! And yes, lovely to meet you, Anelise." What a nice girl! Didn't call him 'rude' even once! "And indeed Borrey, let us depart!" Hm? Wait, did he correct Regis on his name...? No way. He wouldn't get two people's names wrong in the span of a minute, his memory isn't that terrible.

Either way, Regis charged on further ahead with his considerably lighter load of luggage, regardless of whether the people followed or managed to maintain the same pace.