Snippet #1362818

Once he had unpacked all of his clothing and boxes full of books [and sorted them accordingly in the space provided in his dorm room], Aubrey began to wander the halls. He had his schedule, but he was still unaware of where exactly the classes were, or even what times they were supposed to be at. He glanced at the piece of paper in his hand, a frustrated grimace plastered upon his face. He decided to try and find his first period class; European History. He knew from glancing at a school map that the classrooms were all located on the third floor of the North Wing, and so he headed off in that general direction.

He passed a few classrooms filled with others... others just like him... One class in particular seemed exponentially more full than the others, though he couldn't tell which class it was. Probably something popular... like a class about their powers...

After making a few rounds around the third wing, Aubrey realized how hopelessly lost he was. He couldn't tell which classroom was his History room; for some reason they weren't listed on his schedule... He sighed, fiddling with his long, grey knit scarf as he walked up to one of the classrooms. He glanced in the window of the room; it was the overly-populated class he'd noticed before... He gave his shoulder bag a lift, before taking a deep breath and knocking three times upon the door. After waiting for a few seconds with no reply, he turned the doorknob, only to find that the door was locked... He groaned softly to himself, and knew he was going to regret what he was going to do next...

With another deep breath, and a bit of concentration, the boy stepped through the unopened door, exhaling as he reached the other side. He had an embarrassed look upon his face, and was nervously fiddling with his scarf; he hoped he hadn't attracted too much attention... He looked around for a moment before he found the apparent teacher.

"Uh... Umm, excuse me..." Aubrey said softly, his high tenor voice ringing in the air. He calmed himself quickly, not wanting every kid in the class to think he was some sort of incompetent. He glanced back to the teacher after a quick look around the classroom, and continued his sentence. "... I'm a bit lost... My schedule doesn't have any room numbers on it... Would you be able to tell me where Mr. Klein's European History class is...?"

The teacher looked him up and down, arching an eyebrow, before responding. "Yes... It's just to the left of this one..."

Aubrey mentally sighed; of course it would be the one next to this one... BUT just to save him the lack-of embarrassment, he came into this one.

"Thank you." He replied, just as softly as he had before, and bowed his head slightly in regard. He pivoted and began his walk out of the classroom, phasing through the door once more and entering the room beside it [in the same manner, of course.] "Sorry I'm late." He mumbled before taking a vacant seat and pulling out his notebook and a pen.