Humming under his breath as music filled his ears, he felt his suitcase rattling behind him, and cursed his brother for not parking in front of the dorms, which would have made it so much easier to put all his stuff away. Sighing, he just adjusted the bag on his shoulders and looked around to see a kid handing out papers, presumably of schedules, and hopefully with information on where exactly his dorm was. He would have had the form himself, had Toulouse not decided that yes, he was going to remember that all of the needed one of the three envelopes. Of course, they were sitting crumpled in his bag right now, and Berlioz had no idea who on earth might be his roommate, and where he would be staying for most of the year.

Walking closer, he pushed past a crowd of jocks that were taking up way more space then anyone would ever need, and bragging in loud voices about the various escapades they'd gotten up to in the holidays. He couldn't understand why anyone would possibly want to be like them, but it was personal taste so...

The student, his mind supplied, was Peter. Peter Pannel. The only reason he knew this, was because on his first day at this highly unusual school, he'd stumbled upon a crowd of students cheering on a fight between Peter himself, and another giant football player. He would have ignored like he did every other pointless thing, had he not seen the odd glint of exhilaration in his eyes. Apart from that, he knew they were in the same grade and some of their classes did overlap, but he'd never had any reason to speak to him.

Pulling out his earphones, he stuck out his hand and nodded to the papers in his hand.
"Berlioz Bonfamille. If they stack those alphabetically, I should be near the top."