Charles watched the others as they seemed to start to talk to each other and some trying to be friends he would sigh some and looks down at his papers being half way done already, he knew he was the youngest there most monsters don't manage to enter at his age since they are still busy with other schooling. People back home called him a genius, a prodigy, but he wasn't certain if they was just spouting nonsense or if he really did have a good future ahead of him.. one full of things he didn't really want. He was just being somewhat absent minded as his left hand flipped between the vocab and definitions and his right kept writing.