Something touching his foot broke Sealameet from his trance. The ball of flame disappeared into nothingness as he looked down to see what had touched them, he noticed it was a piece of paper, that seemed to of been ripped out from whatever book it had belonged to. He saw nothing on the paper of the side that was face up to him but as he picked it up and turned it over, he got quite shocked as what he saw on the sketch paper. It was himself, drawn to near perfection. His hooded head snapped up looking now around for who would of dropped it but upon finding the paper and looking around, he noticed the halls now crowding with people and his hope of finding who the person who drew it was near unlikely now. He sighed to himself looking at the image reading the message on it that he now noticed. The message was the only clue to who it could of been who drew the image.

[i]At least someone cares[/i], he thought to himself keeping the image in hand as he left the hall that was now getting crowded. It seemed his time of being in solitude was up and now he would be forced into being trapped with his human form. Despite learning now to morph his appearance, he did not particularly enjoy hiding himself, besides his face that he kept hidden. For the time though he would enjoy the short time he had left in his true form before hiding himself behind another mask. He made his way from hall to hall, deciding it best to learn who he would be trapped with if he was unlucky this year and got a dorm partner. He somewhat hoped that he got the same room he had last year. He doubted it would of changed and it was perfect for him and kept others away when he wanted to be alone most of the time. A room near utterly dark which was perfect for him, while not so much with most other students.