The students rushed around the hallway like a nest of chickens with their heads cut off. Among them, the feminine yet strong form of a boy with two feathered wings, one black and one white, strolled through the crowd. He ignored most of the chatter, though honed in on the sharp words that could lead to a fight. It was his job to control the chaos of the school and had to remind himself that he just couldn't burn the whole thing down. He adjusted the blood red badge that identified him as a prefect of the school while flipping his long white hair over his shoulder. His head was shaved on the left side, the side that held the black wing, and spiked with jet black buzz while towards his right side the hair suddenly took on a shocking snow white, matching the color of the white wing on his back. Ash didn't like his long hair very much, it got in the way, but he knew that his sister would lose it if he dared damage her side of the body. He sided and his icy blue and crimson red gaze swept over the hall. He was on his way to his first class and, glancing down at his schedule, searched for the room. It was his first English class that he would have in the college, and his hopes were high, though you wouldn't be able to tell from the scowl on his face. Still, as he approached the room his fingers itched to tear into the first book he sees. He had never had much reading material in the mental hospital he grew up in and wouldn't miss his chance to read everything in the library, once he found it.