The bus ride to the school wasn't as tedious to Noah as it would of probably been for everyone else on the bus. Noah sat close to the back and was too occupied with writing things down on a piece paper he had to be bothered with the constant agreesive bumping. For most of the ride Noah wrote down battle plans. He'd constantly look up And would revert back to his paper after briefly starting at someone on the bus. He didn't out right stare at people but more of a glance from time to time. Noah did this to get a better idea of how the people he was looking at would fair in a fight. He was aware that assumptions based off of physical characteristics was not the best information to go off of but it was better than nothing in his opinion. As he came close to finishing his assessment of everyone in his eye sight of the bus he already noticed that he was short compared to the males of the bus....and that one towering female.

A few bumps later the school was in sight and Noah prepared to leave the bus even though his chances of being the last to leave was the highest. Not because he was short but he didn't give off much of a presence. Those two together often leads to Noah being ignored which he was fine with. As his fellow students exited the bus he waited until he was last and followed suit. Unlike the common backpack or suitcase Noah carried a camping backpack that almost was as large as him. Yes there was clothes in the bag but a good portion of the bag was weights for exercising. You'd think someone with Noah's built would have trouble with a massive bag but he wasn't bothered by it's towering weight. Noah examined the exterior of the school amazement present on his face. Within seconds he had already had another paper and pencil in hand writing down more information as he entered the school. 

As he followed the zombie patterns of getting in line to sign his name and walking to the Commons Noah kept an amazed look on his face. The interior just as glorious as it's exterior. Noah couldn't help but write down what he say. Unlike before he was just taking notes of the hallways and meaningful​ places he passed as he made his way to the Commons. He did receive a map of the school but he found it better to write down things on his own. As Noah entered the Commons he focused on his paper surprisingly not bumping into a single thing. Without looking from his paper he navigated his way through the ocean of talkative teens and searched for a seat that was secluded as possible. Once he came in contact with said seat he removed his camping bag and finished up his mapping of the hallways he walked to get to the Commons. Noah folded the paper and slid it into his inner pocket of his tuxedo. Speaking of his tuxedo, Noah was surprised it didn't draw much attention. Then again he was probably invisible to though who like to live in the fast lane. He'd just be glanced over and never thought of again. Noah made his way over to get some food and managed to get as much fruit and vegetable themed meals as he could possibly carry. It was a tough trip back to the table but Noah managed. As he sat and began to eat a salad it seemed that the noise that was present in the Commons was no where near calming down. He just kept his head low and aimed to get his regular needed nutrients.