[color=39b54a][center][h1]Havish Greyson[/h1][/center][/color]

	Havish was alone now, sitting in the infirmary healed nearly completely from the fight, he felt great, a bit demoralized by the stack of homework he was already assigned, but knowing that he had done enough to get into the class, that was a prize for sure, no amount of homework could take that from him. He put the papers into his pack and got up to head out into the school, an air of confidence, however small, hung off him a bit as he walked down the hall. 

[color=39b54a]"I need to find the cafeteria as well, I'm starving..."[/color]

	Havish talked to himself as he walked, a habit he had a hard time kicking, he just mumbled about the fight what he thought he could do differently, the advice of the teacher, the look of the halls, everything around him was so interesting and new. As he reached the cafeteria, the smell of food was ever present and delightful, as he entered he got a few odd glances, he hadn't thought that his missing the orientation would have been that noticeable, but some people could tell that he was new and unfamiliar. Havish took a plate of what just looked like a small loaf of bread, cream cheese, and some sausage, then he sat alone at a nearby table. 

[color=39b54a][i]Oh well, I guess I deserve this, I should have just waited.[/i][/color] he thought to himself.