The demon mocked him, he shrugged it off, admittedly, it made a hell of a lot of sense. Most stories that included demons tended to portray them in a pretty dark manner. Whether or not Riley took that as fact had yet to be seen. The evidence, however, pointed in the direction that authors knew what they were doing. Then again, on the opposite side of that argument, most demons in those tales ate souls or haunted you for eternity. Maybe a condescending mock wasn't so bad. Either way, he made sure not to let it get to him. It was gonna be a long year if he let this first impression eat away at him.<br/><br/>He followed the others, Adrien and Hubert more closely. He'd seen and even preformed magic of his own, but being surrounded by it was a whole different thing overall. Most of the time he'd practiced any magic was alone in the woods, it was at his own pace, nothing to do with another soul, except for those of the trees of course. Seeing the translation bracelets, the illusions, the maps, and all of it, it was starting to get to him. This is what he'd be taking on for at least half a year until he'd get a chance to go home and get out of this. Still, it was on him, he wanted to do this. He just leaned against a wall. He'd make it. He always did.<br/><br/>When all was said and done, most people had fanned up to the bedrooms, a good number of them were tired, Riley assumed. There were a good few still down there, checking out the TV's and all the luxuries. He wouldn't know if they were talking about him or giving looks. Starting tomorrow, he'd give it an attempt to fit in. For now he just took a slow walk around. It hadn't hit him exactly until now. This was home. It wasn't anything near what old home was, that was for sure. It was almost frightening even, he didn't know a single soul in the halls. After taking some steps, he found himself sitting on the couch taking a deep breath. He wasn't sure how or when he was going to get to sleep tonight, but he was sure it was all going to work out. It always did. He'd figure things out after he'd gone to his classes, met some people.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">---------------------</div><br/><br/>Riley woke up to an alarm, it had been the first time in a while he hadn't woken up on his own accord. He wasn't surprised though, the time zone difference and the fact that his sleep wasn't exactly the most sound. He was disoriented, that was the best way to put it, when he woke up. He took a moment to shake his head, noticing he had bed head. He shook his head a little bit, but it didn't take long for the unfamiliar feeling to set in, and he was quickly getting ready for classes once more. It was still a little unreal. A lot unreal.<br/><br/>It wasn't long until he was with the same group he was with yesterday. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. All the halflings together? It just seemed like the perfect way to start segregation. Still, Hubert spoke, and Riley replied. "I'll be honest with ya, I didn't exactly study up on the teachers or subjects overall." Riley said to Hubert, he couldn't think of much else to contribute to the conversation. "My setting back home made that just a little complicated. Still, I don't suppose that'll hurt a whole lot- uh, I assume anyway." Rilely said, taking in some thoughts he hadn't quite thought about before. It wasn't really a school for the normal. Riley let out an audible yawn. "Oh God, I'm tired." He mumbled.