Amidst the dense herd of students shuffling up and down the stairs, a prehistoric-looking fish levitated toward its destination. The Australian lungfish would have saved his magic by slowly crawling up the steps with its small limb-like fins instead, but at the moment he would likely wind up getting stepped on. The creature was fairly big for a fish, but it was still quite small compared to the hairless primates. It did not resemble the primates in the slightest: it had not their clothing, nor their facial features, nor their torso, nor their limbs.<br/><br/>Strapped to his back was a bag containing choice items he hadn't dropped off at the baggage claim. He carried this bag at all times (unless he was swimming or sleeping), as it helped to compensate for his lack of hands.<br/><br/>He stared straight ahead, deliberately ignoring the desire to gawk at all the strange species of students he sailed past. He could observe them after he'd faced his greatest potential challenge: The Door.<br/><br/>Sure enough, when Nahadnowen reached the door to his dorm, he found that the door had a knob, not a handle. Unlocking the door was a simple matter of holding an ID card before a sensor. But the fish had no way to grip the handle, let alone turn it. He stared glumly at the simple, yet insurmountable gadget before him. Finally, he took action, however futile it was.<br/><br/>Nahadnowen extracted a short, hooked cane from the pack on his back. Wrapping his front two fins around it, he swung the cook of the cane over the doorknob and swung the cane this way and that way. Of course the knob did not turn. Persistant, he tried turning it with his mouth and then his front fins. The door remained stubbornly shut. Out of the corner of his eye, the fish saw a floating ball of gas bypass this problem altogether by seeping through the gap underneath the door to its respective room.<br/><br/>Now quite agitated, he raised the cane and slammed it against the door repeatedly. "You stupid door!" he barked. "Open, dimwit! You little... I should berate the one who so fiendishly designed you!" Nahadnowen continued to yell his discontent, though he didn't cuss once. He was making a scene, and he didn't care who overheard him as long as at least one onlooker would help him with the door.