Dean was on the front of the room when he heard the door open. He looked and saw his first victim student enter.

"Aha! Mr. Patino, you are perfectly early. How was the year been starting off for you?" he asked in a bossy manner. Dean loves being able to do that to students... He don't want to intimidate them but he also wanted them to be tough.

Layla smiled whilst walking up the flight of stairs. "Ah well good. I didn't want ze accent to get into my way" she said glad that Jill understood. "Merci" she thanked Jill, knowing that Jill would know what that meant. Everyone did surely. "Et j'adore vous." she said smiling. "I mean I love yours"

Layla continued to walk up the stairs until she reached the top floor. She walked out onto the landing and opened the first door. Upon seeing some current residents she smiled and said "Bonjour" she closed the door and found an empty room. "These are the sleeping compartments. As Kat explained earlier we don't generally use them. But zey are here if we wanted zem." She walked into the room. It had 3 single beds aranged around the room with a couple of wardrobes. Two doors led out of the room, one went into a bathroom and another into a common room which was decorated in an eclyptic taste. She opened the door. "We couldn't decide on how to decorate zis room. So we mixed all our styles together. Zis is the bedroom ze Sophmore's use but zis door leds to Freshman rooms. Go ahead have a look" she said directing Jill to the door on the other side of the room.

Faris sighed, sucking it up and forcing himself to respect his elders. He had been raised to be an Italian gentleman and no snob, elder or young, would make him forget his manners. "Great, Professor Connelly. A bit different from what they do back home, but all the same, just fine." He forced a small small onto his thin lips, nodding slightly in greeting at Connelly. He hoped that other freshmen would arrive soon; it was bound to become a bit awkward if no one ended up coming. Running a hand through his dark hair, he turned to check the door before turning back to face Professor Connelly.

Jillian chuckled softly as Layla mentioned she liked her (Jill's) accent too. "Doesn't beat yours, though," she replied with a shrug, not at all fascinated by her own accent or the British accent in general, as she had grown up listening to it everywhere she went. Foreign accents were always more fascinating. She was quiet, though, as she continued following Layla's lead, listening attentively as her tour guide showed her some of the rooms. Jill's eyebrows rose slightly at the decorative style, though she liked the diversity in it. "It looks really nice," she commented with a smile before Layla led her over to the door that led to the freshmen's rooms.

With curiosity taking over her features, Jill's hand met the doorknob and she proceeded to open the door, her light brown eyes widening slightly at the sight. It was a very neat and well-decorated room, nothing like the dormitories back in the main campus. It looked like... a real home. Except it kind of didn't at the same time; it seemed like a room pulled straight out of a catalogue. The colors were bright, yet not crazy enough to give anyone a headache. The room had obviously been enlarged with the use of magic, so that two rows of five beds lay each a good distance from the other, so each person occupying it had a nice amount of personal space around their bed and bedside tables. The beds were pretty large too, crowded with pillows, and looked soft enough to make the girl fall asleep comfortably just looking at them. "Alright, that's it," said Jill after taking a moment to soak all of this in. "I'm definitely rushing Alpha Pi Delta next week!" she said with a grin.

Keira grinned again at the amused comment from the boy. "Might be better than trying to give me another heart attack," she teased, before pausing a little as he seemed almost like he was studying her.She didn't necessarily think of herself as particularly intriguing or anything, unless you counted the stories of her escapades from Hogwarts. Part of her actually enjoyed that part, although she had a feeling some of them had been relayed to the professors here. Professor Thomas especially seemed like she was keeping an eye on her, although she couldn't tell if that was specifically her or just how the Potions professor was with all the new students. But then the boy had introduced himself, breaking her free of her mental tangent, and she smiled as she took his hand, shaking it. "Keira Jacobsen. And same. I guess we're both newbies around here." He seemed a little nervous, which she kind of wanted to find a way past since he seemed nice. And rather attractive, too, at least when he actually looked at her.

"Why should it be surprising? Other than the fact we established I had looked like I wasn't paying attention in class," she asked, grinning back. "Doesn't mean other people can't notice things." She shrugged, as he mentioned how his roommate brought up the topics of, well, she assumed fraternities in context. It seemed that was the hot topic here. Whether you were planning to join, which ones were the best . . . it all made her head spin a little, and she was hoping she could figure that out later. Maybe after some talks with Onyx. But then he stepped back, coinciding with her confession of what she'd been thinking about during class, and a concerned expression flickered across her face. Great, possible new friend or something and he shied away at cats. Probably allergies, which was disappointing. "Um, yeah. Angus is a couple months old, and currently holed up under my bed. I rarely see him, to the point I wonder if he comes out at night to eat. Like I said, he's in an adjustment period." She just hoped he got over it soon, because it was hard knowing he wasn't happy. So, new topic, and Dominic had provided a good one. "What kind of puppy?" And then even he was changing the subject, and she laughed a little as the ridiculousness of both of them thrown off by her pet as a conversation topic hit her. "Scotland. And I'm guessing you're . . . not from England," she added, smiling a little at the observation. Accents. Always an interesting thing to learn about.

Bye Ezra, Hello Jason ;)
 

Hailey grinned at him as he opened up his office door and stpeed inside. As soon as she stepped inside, however, the smell of lavender was strong. She inhaled deeply and took a seat. When he told her to ask her question, her mind went blank, and so ended up blinking a few times--rapidly.
"Ohh, right. Ummm..." She began, racking her brains, coming up with nothing. The red was creeping up on her face, but she was determined not to let it show. "Oh, you now what? I forgot my question!" She said with a shaky laugh, though she regained her composure. Her eyes flew to the clock and she hastily grabbed her belongings.
"Professor, I'm really sorry to leave so suddenly, but I just remembered I was supposed to finish up some homework for another class," She explained as she grabbed a biscuit, and shot him a smile.
"It was a pleasure talking to you, and when I remember my question again, I'll let you know!" She said as she waved to him and then she was gone.

Walking outside again, she immediately noticed someone she knew VERY WELL. Jason Lotts. of course he would be standing here, talking to Barbie and Rosie. Sigh.
She walked right up to them and smiled at him, narrowing her eyes a bit.
"Lotts."

What was she doing here? She was ruining his conversation with Rosie. And the other girl.

But it was Rosie who he really wanted to talk to.

"Hailey." He looked at her suspiciously. Was she up to something?

"Long time no see," She said in reply, reaching into her bag for some lip balm.
This was not necessarily true, but what else was she supposed to say? Finally digging the lip balm out, she smeared some on her lips, and capped the tube. Mmmm vanilla.

"Yes, if two weeks is a long time." He was on his guard now, not trusting her. She was a bad girl. They did not get along at all. And she was nothing like Rosie, who was an amazing person. She just was amazing by being Rosie.

Well, in her mind it was a long time. Pressing her lips together, she put one hand on her hip and fished out her sunglasses.
"Mhmm. So, what have you been up to?" she asked him now, her eyes moving on over to Rosie and resting there. It was pretty clear what he had been up to--but of course she didn't like it.

Why did she care what he was up to? What did it matter? Was she up to something? Because he didn't really want to talk to her and she didn't want to talk to him as far as he knew.

"I've been studying." That and he had been thinking about Rosie. And trying to speak to her. And now that he finally had the chance to, Hailey was interfering. "What about you?"

He had wanted to wax their bathroom floor this weekend. One of Syler's shoes left a stain and it was driving him up the wall trying to get rid of it, but he could do that Friday afternoon after his classes. "Sounds like a plan to me. There's a nice coffee shop down the high street that looks promising." He wasn't a huge coffee drinker it tended to make him overtly OCD, the last time he had drank the stuff he ended up cleaning their entire apartment building, and in New York that is a feat in itself.

He unwrapped his sandwich and opened it up to check the freshness of the lettuce. Sometimes they tried to hide the brown leaves under fresh ones. He learned that trick a long time ago. Satisfied that all the lettuce was indeed fresh he took a bit and chewed it thoughtfully. There was an unopened letter from his half sister in his room that he had been staring at for a few days. He usually sent them back to where they had came from but this he didn't. He was thinking about finally opening it and reading it.

Dean smiled at the young Mr. Patino and nodded. He looked at his watch and said, "I am glad to hear that... And because you are early, i will give something to you later.. Please remind me of that after the orientation is that alright?" he said to Patino as he gazed to the door and waited for other freshmen.

"Stop staring Maximus, anyone would think you thought I was pretty." Fliss smirked up at him, and then shrugged. "Yeah, you're not very good at that exercise yano. Pa doesn't think you are. He says you fly round on a broom, and just smile at the crowd, he says you don't even get any girls while doing so. Tough Max, tough." She laughed and just let him take the crisps, heck, she had offered them to him.

"Well duh! They're lessons, why not pick something decent, like Herbology..." Like she had. The smarter of ther two. HAH.

The girl was wishing that she had Penolope with her because her little dog would have loved the weather today. Barbie had heard that it was suppose to rain tomorrow (even thought it didn't LOOK like it was going to rain anytime soon), so she hoped that she would be able to get her dog out today just in case she wasn't able to get her out on a walk tomorrow. Making a mental note to do that, she went back to examining the green leaf in her hand.

And then Rosie began to talk again. "I know I didn't tell you and I'm sorrrrry. I'll make it up to you," she said as she looked back at her friend. Somehow. "I'll give you some chocolate once we get back to the dorm," she added. EVERYONE liked chocolate, and it was such a good way to show you're sorry to someone.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jason," she responded. "How long have you been going here?" He looked her age, but he could possibly be a freshman for all she knew.

When Hailey came up, the girl placed a smile upon her face for her. "Hey Hailey," she greeted the girl with a wave.

Nodding, Onyx took another bite out of her sandwich. She adored coffee shops; they were some of her favorite places to visit. Shifting in her seat, Onyx tucked her left leg underneath her. "So Harlem, how are you liking school so far? Any favorite classes?" Just trying to continue the conversation.

Raising one eyebrow at Hailey's sudden outburst, Ezra leaned back in his chair and shrugged slightly. "Well, I guess that.....happens." He uttered uncertainly, giving her a distrustful look. The abrupt change in her actions and the unsteady laugh left him a bit flabbergasted though he managed to maintain his docile demeanor and chose not to ask anything further. "Off you go, then." He said, smiling a small smile and waved his hand at the door to open it for Ms. Mitchell so she could leave without getting petrified as the door was functioned to not let anything through without Ezra's command.

He silently watched her leave and once she was out the door, he stood up and dash outside in the direction of the teacher's break room.

Ezra hurried into the break-room and slightly slammed the door behind. Resting his head against the door, he breathed in deeply and rubbed the back of his neck. When he had left his office, a group of homework enthusiastic students nearly attacked him like hungry zombies and started to shoot questions at him about this and that. Although, he successfully managed a sweet escape when another Professor showed up whose assignment deadline was nearer than his. Dropping his hands to his sides, he switched on the lights and grabbed a cup of coffee, and as his eyes wandered around the room, he sighted Professor Thomas, a cup of coffee in her hand as well. He sighed softly, a small smile crept onto his lips as he recalled how he had been trying to contact her earlier this morning. He strode towards her and slipped his free hand in his pocket as he spoke in an amiable tone, "You forgot to turn on the lights." He sipped his hot coffee, savoring its warmth as it coursed down his throat. "Good day, Professor Thomas." He smiled at the utterly gorgeous woman and seated himself on an armchair.

Amelia felt like a little bit of an idiot when realized that she had been in a dark room for the past 10 minutes, then again she really had not payed much attention seeing as she was incredibly frustrated with how her class earlier that morning had went although that wasn't her fault seeing as she was only doing her job properly and if the students weren't going to pay attention then oh well. She noticed Professor Truax enter the break room and a smile creeped onto her lips, she wanted to speak with him earlier in the morning regarding personal matters however she had students coming to her with assignments and questions regarding her last lesson and by the time her next lesson had already started she was in a bit of a mood. "Please just call me Amelia, only the students have to refer to me as Professor Thomas." she said then took a sip from her mug and sighed slightly.

"Then maybe I should do it again just to get you to run into me," he teased, and was very surprised he had just said something of the sort. Dominic wasn't like this. Ever. He rarely could joke without feeling the sense he had just upset the person or feeling rather uncomfortable himself. But this was a new year at a new place and maybe he should break out of the tight shell he was enclosed to. "Nice to meet you Keira," he grinned. "Yes I suppose we are. Though I really hate considering myself as a newbie. It sounds as if I'm a completely helpless person," he mused, hating being called a firstie in Hogwarts. He barely had the bravery to ever talk back to the students either. Most were teasing Slytherins.

"It's surprising because I'm usually the one who isn't paying attention to those around me who aren't paying attention." He wasn't even sure if that made sense but he just spoke whatever came to mind. Whatever. He would concern himself with fraternities next year and not give it a case of thought until then. Dom would just have to bear with his roommates talking about that stuff. "I'm sorry," he apologized sheepishly. "I'm allergic to cats and I'd rather not have my allergies start up. How's this, since you aren't your actual cat I won't back up again," Dominic smiled, and took a step toward her and looked down at her face. "Sounds like your kitten is adjusting just like us then." Dogs weren't that weird when it came to going new places as cats. Or at least his dog was pretty subtle. When she laughed he couldn't help but chuckle himself. This girl was sure something and her laugh seemed to have some sort of affect on him. "He's an Australian Shepherd." Moose was a very good dog. He hadn't had him for a while and missed the puppy very much when he went home for the summer. "I'm not good with the accents," he admitted with a slight grin. "But you are correct," he pointed both of his index fingers at her for emphasis. "I'm Canadian," he admitted with a smile. He was a proud Canadian. He wore his colors proudly and liked telling people that he wasn't from Europe at all.

"Sure," Faris nodded, "Erm, thanks, Professor." He threw another anvious glance at the door. He knew he was early... but not that early. Had anyone else gotten the memo? Had he set his watch an hour behind? He checked it once more and decided he hadn't. Tapping his foot on the tiled floor, he began to gaze around the room, pretending to be interested in a rather dull portrait simply to pass the time.

Keira raised an eyebrow at Dominic's flirting, before a wry smile crept onto her face. "You're determined to make it hard not to like you, aren't you?," she accused, just as teasingly. It was funny, because even though as far as she remembered, she'd just met him, she had a feeling this was almost against character for him. Which was oddly flattering, now that she thought about it. But then he continued speaking, and she nodded a little. "It's nice to meet you too, Dominic. And I never think of myself as a helpless person, so you shouldn't either. Newbies is just a word, yknow? And freshmen just seems so . . ." She trailed off, wondering exactly how she should phrase it.

She was almost relieved when he continued, to address her teasing question of why him being observant was surprising, and she laughed again. "So if you're not paying attention to the people around you who aren't paying attention, what would you be paying attention to?," she asked, amused at how anyone listening to them would probably be beyond confused, even though she actually thought their convoluted sentences made sense. It just went to show how different she was sometimes, but then being able to think about her cat while still keeping track of what was being discussed in class went to prove that. And then Dominic was apologizing, which meant he must have caught her momentary change in expression. That was embarrassing. "It's fine. A bit disappointing, to be honest, but allergies happen. Not much I, or anyone else can do about those," she said honestly, smiling a little at the last comment. "I guess that is a good thing, though. That I'm not my cat," she joked, before she found she needed to look up a little as he stepped closer. Not much, but it was still there. "So you spend a lot of time hiding under a bed too?," she continued teasing, since it was just too hard to resist. And then she felt bad as he mentioned what breed of dog he had, since she admittedly didn't know much about dogs. A little, but definitely not much about Australian shepherds. "So your puppy's doing okay? Not too traumatized by anything?" Innocuous questions. Then she wouldn't have to show how little she knew, which was always a sore spot with her. But then he was verifying her guess about where he was from, and she tried not to laugh at his gesture. "I find accents interesting. When you're around so many people that have similar accents, new ones just seem to stand out, yknow? But I bet if I talk to you long enough, I won't even notice it anymore." A challenge, in a way. Just to see if he seemed interested. "Canada, huh?," she mused, as he filled in the blanks for her. "I can't say I've ever been there. I'd like to travel, though. Look for exciting things to do." Yep, there was her adventurous side, coming out yet again. If only Corinna hadn't felt the need to point out how aimless Keira seemed half the time, she would have been able to travel for a while. Although, if she hadn't come here, she wouldn't have met Dominic. Or Onyx, or who knew how many other people, and that was nice too.

He chewed his bite slowly as he considered her answer, "Its different from home and truth be told this is the first time I've been away from home this long, but I think I'm adjusting well. Me and my roommates are still trying to adjust to one another." He said with a shrug. He was getting on their nerves and they were getting on his. He couldn't help his compulsion to clean, but they could color code their socks and make up their beds in the morning. Was that too much to ask? "Well I am really liking my Banking Law class, though half of the scrolls are written in gobbledegook." he added darkly. He hated translating in that ridiculous language. He didn't understand how they even spoke it, let alone wrote in it.

Onyx nodded. She could relate; never had she been away from home as long as she was for college. It was bizarre, but oddly nice. "I take it your roommates aren't as clean as you are." She laughed. Ever since she could remember, she had known Harlem as an overly-obsessed clean freak. She wasn't complaining, though; she thought it was awesome when guys were clean freaks.

The girl nodded as Harlem spoke of his classes. He was taking some interesting classes, that was for sure. And apparently he didn't like some of the things he had to do. But that was college for you.

He shifted his gaze from Hailey, who he hated for no reason and back to Barbie. She might have a weird name, but she was still a pretty girl. And she seemed nice and not evil like Hailey was.

"Well, I'm a Sophomore," he explained. And she looked to be about his age. "Are you one too?"

He fixed his scrutinizing gaze on her as he continued to take short sips of his coffee. It seemed that there was something going through her mind and perhaps was bothering her. When she asked him to refer to her as Amelia, he glanced down at his coffee, his lips pulling back in a small smile. "Umhm, I will from now on, I was waiting for your approval." He said, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He wasn't the one to get too friendly with anyone abruptly and takes his time in observing the person's attitude. On hearing her sigh, he glanced at her , his brows furrowed slightly. "Is something bothering you, Amelia?" He asked her and gulped down the rest of his coffee left in the mug. Something told him that whatever troubled her was either related to the university or possibly his presence in the room. There was a possibility that maybe she was seeking some time alone and his arrival disrupted her plans?