Demon or not he could tell she was uncomfortable. Her body language said enough. Quickly Sara pulled out his note pad and started to take notes about where everything was, drawing a quick almost exact sketch of the map the teacher had pulled down. Even mapping out distances and putting a space for side notes about each building to the left of the drawing itself. The notes were taken by his hand moving over the paper but the drawing itself was pencil. When he used shadows to write on paper it was a simple trick of turning the parts of the paper a darker shade than they normally were. Just took a second and wouldn't change, didn't need that much energy after the first use. He found he could take five pages of notes before even feeling a tingle of energy being lost. Though if anyone put his notes under direct sunlight they would all be gone.<br/><br/>He turned his head back towards the girl in the sundress and took in her features. She had said she could make things appear that were not real, did she means shadows? Like he could, he could make shadows do things he wanted  like dance around and interact with each other, that took a little more effort and had no real effect. Again he needed dim light for this to work, the lighter it was the harder it was to move darkness.<br/><br/><i><i>“Dorms are co-ed”</i></i>The teacher told Him, Sara looked back at the women and other men in the room. Someone who hates him, a crazy stereotype wizard, a cat lady, sex wearing the skin of a dark elf, and a fairy he had since lost sight of.<br/><br/>The girl sitting beside him seemed like a good choice. Maybe he could get his own room? Would it be rude to ask her? Would it turn out to be a bad idea? Would he give in to what his parents want and take control of her?<br/><br/>Screwing all the thoughts in his head Sara put, well shadow, to paper and started to write something on a new sheet of paper and slipped it over to the girl sitting beside him.<i><span style="color: DarkRed"> “Everyone here is crazy, You and me are the only normal ones here. Wanna share a room? I don't take up to much space and will be out most days and nights.” </span></i>Then a check box yes or no. Sara bumped the note against her arm and looked back at the boy in the robes.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">	“Yeah everyone IS crazy” </span>He said aloud and turned back to see what the girl had written.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>