Giving a curt nod in place of a vocal 'thank you', Brad moved past Nathaniel and into the classroom. As his brain tried to process the thousand different things going on, the loudest thought was considering if he was undereating and suffering from hallucinations.

There were bizarre green rings hanging from the ceiling. While not a licensed contractor or anything of the sort, he couldn't shake the feeling that that [i]had[/i] to be breaking some protocol or another.

There seemed to be an altercation brewing between a particularly loud group of students of varying dorms. Judging by the laid-back attitude of the one sitting down, Brad got the feeling that that particular boy was probably the root cause. Not that he had any intention of getting involved in that mess.

Last but certainly not least, one bizarre looking kid 'poofed' into the room, for lack of a better term. Not only that but there was no Angelo in sight.

At least the professor had some semblance of a normal appearance, but Brad was careful not to get his hopes up. Taking a seat near the front of the class, he pulled out a notepad and a pencil. Well, he had come to this school to learn and understanding Synchros would be an important thing to have under his belt.