[sub][i]'Whole school year. Ripped it by choice. Chosen. Abilities. Current school. Through the portals. dedicated to the arts of magic. Any questions.'[/i][/sub]

Questions... Arden had so so many!  Yet at the same time he couldn't even manage to construct just one. 
He was both equally amazed and frightened at the same time.  Certain words from Elizabeth's greeting kept repeating over and over again in his head. 

While everyone else seemed to know what was going on he felt completely out of place and clueless. He was clearly the odd one out. No back pack or supplies. No preparation. No previous schooling or home left behind.
He had only skimmed read the stolen letter as at the time he was kind of rushed and preoccupied. He still didn't even remember ripping it. Although it had his name it couldn't of been for him. Could it? 

He figured it was meant for some one else. Perhaps some one with the same name. Or maybe he simply hit his head and misread it. Either way it didn't matter. The envelope was gone and he was here.

Arden didn't ponder too much on the possible mistake, he obviously couldn't of been chosen and hardly considered himself to have a 'useful ability'. But he [b]was[/b] going to capitalise on this opportunity and make the most of it! 

Despite believing that he didn't belong here Arden wasn't going anywhere without a good fight. He wasn't about to give up a full years accommodation and food so easily. He would do his damn best to fit in. If he had to act the part of an educated spoilt brat from a rich family then he would. 

He puffed up his chest and lifted his chin. [b]"Right."[/b] he announced with as much regal air as he could muster. [b]"Just two questions."[/b] He steps forward and takes a big breath. [b]"I have had the most unfortunate day. My new gift of an ill tempered stallion decided to misbehave while we were furthest from our estate. Not only did I not get back in time to properly prepare or have the doctor see to my ankle but my servants had packed all the wrong things."[/b] 

Arden pauses as he looks to the floor and shakes his head, sharing his disappointment of his imaginary servants while he scrambled for his next words.

[b]"If I may can I please see my room now and inquire to as what time lunch will be ready?"[/b]

Arden's heart was beating a million miles an hour but his outer demeanour didn't share a shred of his nervousness. Silently he was proud of his charade. Perhaps his voice was a bit heavy on the pompous side but his story should have the others believing he was rich enough to afford tuition to such a school.