[color=lightblue][b][i]Ugh...I-I don't feel too good...[/i][/b][/color] Was all the young boy was thinking as walked down a rather large hallway of Clocktower, filled to the brim with students and teachers alike. They were all speaking so fast and with varying audio levels, that Haneul unconsciously brushed down his already long bangs even more into his face, hoping to avoid any conversation he wasn't prepared for. Through his hair he could see the people giving him weird looks and stares, but it was nothing that the teen couldn't handle. So long as he had his backpack with the catalyst required to summon his servant, and he had an idea of where he was going, everything would be alright! Unfortunately for him, the later is exactly where he fell short.

Confusion and fear appeared on the visible parts of his face, as Haneul realized that he had been walking in circles of the past five minute; was that even possible? Once he realized this, he tried to ask for permission of one person that looked like a student, but with his completely botched English, the student simply walked in a hurry, unsure of how to handle him. Han tried this again with multiple people until finally receiving help from a teacher, who fortunately knew enough hand gestures to guide him in the right direction. 
[color=lightblue][b][i]They had to have known that some new people were coming right? A guide would have been helpful...[/i][/b][/color]

It took a little bit of picking and choosing which way would be the right one before the nervous teen finally made it to the office he was suppose to meet the other masters in. Stopping in front of the door, the Anima Magus simply stared for a moment, the distress in his face making him sweat a little. What if everyone was already in there waiting for him to show up? What if they tried to talk to him and he couldn't keep up? What if they look at him funny because he's a little different? What if his parents were wrong and he wasn't good enough? All of these questions swirled in the blue haired boy's mind as he took a bony hand and knocked gingerly on the door before stepping inside.

His eyes never left the ground as he gave the group a quick bow of recognition, before hurrying to a seat and sitting down, his eyes remaining hidden behind his hair and downcast as he stared at his lap.