[b]Vyvyan Ngiwan[/b] Within a minute, they had finished the ritual, the pair soon off stage and headed towards the dormitory. "So, Vyvyan, nice to meet you, I guess we're partners now huh? Anything I should know about you since we'll be sharing a room? Do you snore? Sleep wa...talking?" Between the rolling of several sets of wheels (his bags, all passed off to the chatty seniors with the exception of a backpack he kept on his lap, taking first place) and a fair bit of hearing loss, Vyvyan mishearing the taller boy was not all too much of a surprise. "Eh? Ah, no, I don't think I snore. And I don't fall asleep while talking or anything." [i]Narcolepsy...? Odd question.[/i] "Um, might be noisy, a bit, sometimes, though. I'm taking Music, and I listen to things sometimes too." Vyvyan swore that he was getting less coherent by the milisecond. "I, um, sing, and play the saxophone." He had half a mind to just stay quiet and let his partner offer prompts, which would have worked much better if one was willing to dominate the conversation. But then things would be damn awkward, more so than they already were. Especially in contrast to the other bonded pairs around, the volunteers handling their baggage most notably. With this line of reasoning, Vyvyan hopped into the world of socialism. Socialising. Close enough. "Ah, Samuel? What electives are you taking?" [i]Wait, why couldn't I have asked the same thing he did?[/i] "I'm going for Music for sure, but what about you? Monster Hunting?" Mentioning that particular elective must have been a trigger flag or something, because one of the seniors immediately piped up, "Monster Hunting's mandatory now, by the way. Headmaster fiat." Vyvyan didn't miss how the third year's eyes scanned across him, amidst his very sudden development of tachycardia. "You could try to get an exemption or something, I guess? But that's probably not happening." Vyvyan looked up at Samuel, then back at the messenger of bad news, before returning his stare to his Mage. "...So, second elective?"