"I don't know, really. I didn't give them a home address,  so they couldn't send me a schedule and my room number. That's why I gotta go to the office, to get my stuff and officially register." Not like he had a home address to give them, anyway. Michael looked around. Almost every student had emptied now. He turned back to Geralt.<br/><br/>"Well, thanks for the directions, and... See you later... I guess..." Michael said, shrugging as he lugged his bags, a messenger bag with his notebook and laptop, a metal suitcase, and a military-issue duffel filled with his stuff, along with him. He attempted to squeeze past a couple of students, but got frustrated, teleporting past them and smashing into a nearby wall full of lockers. He groaned and leaned against the lockers.<br/><br/>"Not," Michael began. "One of my more brilliant plans." God, how he hated the trickiness of teleporting at close range. He pushed himself off the lockers, and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor like Geralt had said. No matter his shapeshifting powers, or his current problem, he seemed nice.<br/><br/>Strange, and wrought by unexpected female biological processes, but nice.