David waved behind him, at the other first years he had played with. They were good but they needed some help on improving, shrugging he changed in the guys locker room pulling on his black shirt the dragon tattoo still showing some of the first years had asked what it meant he just shrugged and didn't give them an answer. Not many first years would recognize zhuahir as the dragon that had almost killed off the entire dragon race fifty thousand years ago and that he was sealed inside of him even though he was still the hell horse dragon. Still the academy wanted to keep an eye on him, he made his ways through the hall his hands in his pockets. Rolling his shoulders, he wondered where his friends were the third years he had met when he was just that small guy when he first came here. Now though being six foot seven had it's advantages sometimes.