Snippet #1476658

Finch wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him up completely when he heard someone laugh right after he'd voiced his question. He scowled, chewing on his lip and trying his best to keep from showing that it'd bugged him. This was why he was a loner: not just because he was a monster, but because he just did NOT get along well with other people. Not even other freaks.

Luckily, it didn't seem Madame Kronos found his question to be that stupid.  "Yes, we do. I'll pass them out accordingly once we enter the first floor." The werewolf offered a small smile and a nod, glad that at least the teachers seemed nice enough. Not that he'd really gone out of his way to get to know the student body, but whatever. He had to wonder what she meant exactly by "the gender you were assigned by birth," though. In all honesty, he resolved not to think TOO hard on it. Some things were just better left unthought of.

The dorms seemed comfortable, easily able to fit two students each. But seeing as the only other male currently here had fallen behind (probably flirting with the winged girl from earlier), it looked like he was going to get a room to himself- oh, wait. Scratch that. Another guy student had just showed up. Maybe he'd be Finch's roommate. The teen shrugged, figuring it didn't really matter as he strode into one of the rooms and tossed his bags onto a bed. As long as they didn't bug him too much, he'd be fine rooming with anyone, really. Not like he intended to be best friends with them or anything.