He had been bored for a while. The train ride was long, and he didn't particularly like the long, drawn out speeches that were always dished out at the beginning of the semester. So he simply had shifted to mist when the train stopped and seeped out the window, moving to the School unseen. He had to go slowly, though, to make sure, sticking to the shadows.<br/><br/>When he reached the front door, He shifted back, slowly walking in. It seemed dark to him, but that might have been his senses coming back to him after a shifting. He was about to walk in when he heard a dark roar from behind him, the forest, and he shut the door, turning and running to the forest, shifting part of him to sprout wings as he flew, going above the tree tops. Whatever it was, it was vile.