[color=39b54a][b]"Don't worry Pat I made it here alright, I'm getting off the boat right now. No need to get your knickers in a not lass."[/b][/color] A crimson haired boy spoke with a exasperated tone into an ancient looking flip phone as the large fairy ship he was bordered on began to pull into one of the ports of the city. The lad had a slight furrow in his brow as he looked over the awe inspiring skyline of the nearly legendary teaching community.

[color=39b54a][b]"Sis I have been going here for how many years now? That's right, you don't need to get so worked up over anything. I know where my flat is, classes start later, I have already ate on the boat, NO I DID NOT FORGET MY KNICKERS!!"[/b][/color] The boy shouted into the phone, quickly realizing how loud he said that when a group of girls not too far off from him started to giggle. His cheeks now nearly matching the color of his hair the boy pulled the phone closer to him before he began to speak in a near whisper.

[color=39b54a][b]"Look Lassie I will make sure I call you as soon as I get everything settled in my flat, okay? Good. I love you too Patty, give Seamus a good whack on the head for me.[/b][/color] The boy sighed and hung his head as ended the call and slid the phone into his back pocket.

[color=39b54a][b]"Oy, I've got to stop picking up her calls in public.[/b][/color] The boy sighed, his blush slowly fading as the boat came to a complete stop. After letting most of the crowd get off in front of him, especially making sure to stir clear of the girls he already managed to make a fool out of himself already. But as soon as most of the passengers cleared off the boy walked off the ship, almost tumbling into the water in the progress only to be caught by a very helpful handrail.

As he migrated with the other arrivals to the city towards the luggage claim a electronic voice rang out above the collective buzz of the crowd.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"Michal Ronny!"[/b][/color] One of the luggage bots exclaimed as it held up a few green plaid suit cases and a ratty looking brown sports bag.

[color=39b54a][b]"It is [u]Mikhail Rooney[/u]."[/b][/color] The fiery haired lad said as he came up and picked up his bags, slinging a few over his back and holding one in each hand while having the sports bag strapped over his shoulder.

[color=39b54a][b]"I swear you bolt for brains get it more and more wrong each bloody year."[/b][/color] The boy mumbled as he started to turn towards the city. He took a deep breath before letting out a sigh. [color=39b54a][b]"Well Mikhail back to the grind eh?[/b][/color]