The first a foremost thing on Bobby's mind as he wandered out of the dorm area was breakfast, and whether or not he would be able to find it. Or pay for it. On the first day it had been complimentary but maybe that was just a first day deal. He had a couple hundred dollar of spending money in his wallet, an allowance in case of emergencies, but magic food would be more expensive wouldn't it? Or would it be less? They'd taken the pen back, so maybe this place was run by cheapskates. 

As he took a step out of the dorm complex his attention was torn away from his hunger situation to a cloak hanging in midair, a light breeze rustling the fabric. That reminded him: he didn't have any other clothes. Everything was still packed in his suitcase back at the hotel. He stopped to think about this as the garment floated there. Maybe he could have mom and dad send it over? He could call on his cell, but he didn't want to waste the minutes or power on something that wasn't urgent. He looked back at the cloak. "Do you know where I could find a phone?"

Suddenly information flooded into his mind, pushing past the conscious and into the subconscious. He knew now, on some deep instinctual level, where he was expected to be right now and most expedient way to get there. It felt weird, like when he's been drawn here in the first. He shook his head to get the weirdness off. "Professor Smith. Thanks."

With a wave to the cloak he set off to meet his teacher and, mayhap, find a land line.