'Welcome home'. They were words that meant so much more than one would expect at first glance. Truly, what was home? Where a roof sheltered you from rain? Or perhaps where you felt safe? To River, home was where your heart was, and while he hadn't been there very long, the school had grown on him immensely. He didn't show the appreciation much due to his silent demeanour but Xavier's school was everything to him. River sat in a simple black tank top below a red unbuttoned shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of everyday jeans covering his legs. Around his forearms he wore several leather bracelets, all of them with a story of its own. On his hands he wore fingerless leather gloves and finally, atop his head he wore a red cap covering most of his hair but the black bangs stretched down his forehead and left part of his face. He had been called 'emo' in the past due to how he dressed and somewhat his personality, but most people using that term didn't know what it truly meant. River was a rather small person standing at no more than 5'6", slim and wouldn't pose much of a threat to the eye. It would quickly be corrected though, if so needed. He wasn't very eager to do so however. For any and all the mutants in that room, losing their cool in public would put everyone at risk. 

River put his hands together, resting them on his thighs as he listened to the headmistress speak. It was nice to be back, but it wasn't like he was bored during his little vacation back home. He had missed the everyday street fights of various thugs testing out their strength, and the smell of gasoline everywhere. Though, on a serious note, what he really did enjoy was his little haven out in that farmstead. Everything was so calm and serene there, nothing but the sound of nature and a barn slowly falling apart. Though despite all that, it was nice to be able to rest up a little and retire to his pen. He had yet to get to know most people in that room, and it took quite a while for River to get to know people. With a deep breath, the young man leaned back and let his dark eyes trace the wall and up to the ceiling. What was this year going to offer? He wondered.