Antonio continued munching on the doughnuts, noting that the tables were being filled up quickly, every second saw seats being taken up. He walked in a circle around the canteen, spotted Larry and walked towards him. "Anyone else sitting here?" He gestured to the still-empty seats at the table he was at, continuing to eat while the food was still hot.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Scheisse. It's cold." The man commented as he stepped out from the transport vehicle, a cold, dry gust of wind reaching immediately as he reached the pavement. He wondered fleetingly if it gets worst when the snow starts coming down. He climbed up the flight of stairs into an large entrance hall, glancing briefly behind to check As he entered, he felt the cold slip off his skin and warmth replacing it. The hall was empty, there was but a lone receptionist behind a counter with a closed sign on it. He turned his head to the side and saw a small group lounging on a set of couch pieces set to the side in the hall. One of them waved a hand at him and he walked over, "You're obviously the alumni too."<br/><br/>"That we are." The lady sitting on a the black leather cushioned chair curled her thin lips curled into a smile. He could recognize her as a junior when he was graduating. "You should go to your room and unpack first, the students should be reaching in about three hours. The reception should have it, just state your name."<br/><br/>Harald nods, saying nothing in response. He collected his keycard and went up to his room. He was mildly impressed that his luggage had made it up, his eyebrows raised for a split second before he unpacked. He returned down to the hall, finding the few who were lounging there had begun to engage in idle chit chat.