What appeared to be a bundle of black bags was shuffling its way up towards the gates of Warren High, and a quiet grumbling noise could be heard from within the cluster. Upon closer inspection one could notice a few strands of silvery blue hair and two small, bare feet sticking out. Beneath all the bags was a small young man, if man was the right word. This young man was in fact a faerie, one of the more human students who attended Warren, with the exception of the new humans, of course. This faerie was Damian Lorraine. He was usually running around like a headless chicken with rocket boosters, but this wasn't an easy task when carrying two guitars, an amplifier and a suitcase that was full to the brim, especially when you were only 5'8". Transporting them would have been an easy task with his wind magic, but he couldn't cast wind magic while his glamour was up, and glamours had to be kept up until 17:00. In addition, this was the first year humans were being allowed in, and the headmistress had explicitly ordered students to keep a lid on things. The thought of the headmistress' rage sent shivers up his spine; he'd been on the wrong end of it once after causing a bit too much destruction during a friendly duel against a demon, who had suffered the same fate as Damian.
Damian let out a loud and weary sigh after he had dumped his bags at reception for them to be taken to his room. Since he didn't need anything but his suitcase, he didn't qualify to have someone assist him with his luggage. Well, that was in the past now, his bags would be taken to his room by somebody else. In the meantime he filed into the assembly hall with the rest of Warren's monsters.
"Now I am Amanda Vogue, Head Mistress of Warren High Boarding school..."
Damian was almost asleep by now, he knew that humans would be attending the school and the headmistress was just reciting the speech from last year. He'd been here for a year, he knew how things worked. He was aware that he wasn't the only person dozing off; he could even hear someone snoring behind him. He wondered who he'd be in a room with this year as he surveyed the hall for new faces.
Damian filed out along with the other students once the assembly had finished, his hands in his pockets and whistling to himself. He must have looked odd to the new, human students who were also milling about in reception; when going to a prestigious boarding school you would hardly be expecting to see a young man with unruly, silvery blue hair, bare feet, an untucked and half-unbuttoned shirt and a tie so loose its knot was hanging down over his chest. He could tell he was getting stares from new, human students, but it didn't bother him; dress code was going to be the least of their worries. What Damian had to worry about was finding out which room he would be in, and he had no idea where he would find such information.