If it was one thing Cultro hated it was running late. He had visited his mother in hell for the summer, and of course he had managed to calculate the time on earth wrong, so when he reentered the over world he was a couple hours late for the bus. Fortunately he was able to steal some poor biker's motorcycle, and when he finally reached Blackwall he was actually just a few minutes late.
Cultro was entering the grand hall just as the principal finished her speech. Luckily it didn't seem like he had missed much. Probably just something about this years enrollment of humans. To be honest, Cultro wasn't quite sure how he felt about the whole humans and supernaturals living side by side thingy. Of course it was great that he could now probably strike thousands of deals with the mortals, but that was probably against school policy.
He didn't get much time in the grand hall before people started to walk over to the reception or something to get their roomnumbers. It was with surprisement that he noticed that they had put him in a room with other people. The previous years he had been living in a one man room, which was waaay more suitable to him. Did the school not respect his authority anymore? Well, he would just have to make the best out of it. Complaining wasn't really in his nature.
".....but where's Cultro?" He could hear someone ask just as he walked up to the room. With a sly grin he took a stranglehold on the guy and said: "Standing right behind you, any final words?" Cultro said with a laugh before releasing the wearwolf and stepping inside the room. The smell of rotten meat was really unpleasant. "I claim window bunk" Cultro said and threw his bag on the bed near the window.