[color=lightslategray][center][h1]Ceiran Strivelyn[/h1][/center][/color]

He thought the whole thing was rather absurd. The exaggerated display at the gates, the headmaster, the death, and the curfew. Most of all, the fact that he would never be truly alone, and nobody knew it. All this is what kept him up all night, chuckling. Time is better spent laughing than worrying, after all. Another benefit of staying up all night was that he didn't have to drag himself out of bed to wash the blood out of his nails. He was never quite sure how it got there, it just was. Every morning since... since then. 

He hadn't talked to anyone on the first day. He just hadn't felt like it. He knew someone died on campus, but didn't want to get close to the crowds that he knew would rush there. He didn't do well with crowds, especially if they're all there gawking at a dead person. He was legitimately confused as to why everyone thought death was such a bad thing. Better to make peace with the inevitable than to fear it. Instead he managed to locate a windowsill that overlooked the courtyard. He watched it all from there.

He wasn't given a schedule that day. Probably admin issues related to the death. He had read the other student's schedules, though. The potions class sounded most interesting out of the ones there, so he got dressed. He decided he'd make an effort today, so he donned a pair of dress pants, a buttoned up shirt (top two buttons undone.), and his broken in leather boots. Of course, he had his coat on over the top of that. It had a pocket on the inside that he slipped his wand into. His bag held all the less important things. He decided to set off, even though he was a touch late.

He had no-one to walk with, but there was nobody around to notice. He knocked on the door, and entered. No mind was paid to him at first, so he made himself unobstructive at the back of the classroom.