"Hm? Oh. Nothing.. really special. Debate, Future Business Leaders.. I think I still have my Scrabble trophy. It was plastic, so it doesn't really count." Nothing of physical merit, nothing of athletics or skill, just mental prowess and decent memorizational skills. Edward had wondered what it would have been like to be into sports. Football was too rough, soccer too exhausting, and wrestling just made him shudder. He reached out to run a finger along the edge of one of the medals with a sense of regret at the fact.<br/><br/>His finger pulled away as he turned, surprised to see Tiger had settled in so quickly. "Some roughhousing as I moved. Nothing major, just the person fell off. Super glue fixed it.. mostly." He shrugged, not finding it too important. He could only imagined the antics if they'd found out he'd cared about them. He'd made sure to only bring a box and two suitcases this time, just in case.<br/><br/>Edward let his backpack down and set it on the floor by the wall, going over to sit on the edge of the bed near Tiger. He clasped his hands loosely in his lap, but his eyes were on Tiger this time. "I'm thinking of transferring. I could probably get into one of those American schools. How snooty would it be if I got a degree from somewhere like Yale? Or is it Harvard that's better?"