<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/37/42/3b374292e6ca2a55f26ea9c1ad72b712.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Grayson Murphy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271317#msg15271317)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Monday, September 30th | 2 pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc6vs-l5dkc)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Like...Woah.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open | Leena (M), Jo (M)<br/><hr/><br/>The hardest part about the trip had been the goodbye at the airport.  Gray's father had been putting on a brave, confident, supportive face ever since the invitation to Dellban had arrived, but it had crumbled as they waited for the plane to start boarding.  He was still excited for Gray, of course, but he was also worried and sad to see him off for so long to such a far off place.  Hell, he'd even said something about moving to Scotland and learning to golf.  The two of them had spent the twenty minutes before Gray finally got on the plane talking seriously, hugging and crying.  Gray was just as worried about his father, moreso even, given<em>he</em>would be all alone back home.<br/><br/>After many promises of phone calls, texts and Facetime chats, they'd both reassured one another that they'd adjust to the new situation.  The whole ordeal had actually given Gray something to focus on besides his anxiety over the flight, so at least he hadn't had time to work up to a low-grade panic by the time he was seated.  Of course, the minute the plane started taxiing down the runway that panic slammed into him and he spent the first ten minutes of the flight clutching the arms of his plane seat and trying not to scream.  He succeeded, so that was at least one small victory.<br/><br/>A Xanax and a tedious in-flight comedy later, he passed out curled up in his window seat (shade firmly lowered, thankyouverymuch), drooling onto his neck pillow.  He didn't wake up until the flight attendant came by several hours later to deliver his meal, which he picked at drowsily, before returning it and ordering a second teensy box of orange juice.  Two juice boxes and a (regrettable) trip to the lavatory later, he was back in his seat, hugging his neck pillow and trying to fall black to sleep.  However, he ended up spending the rest of the flight in and out of a light doze, worrying over the many concerns he'd been having ever since the letter had arrived.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As he and the others climbed from the vans, he stared up at the towering castle and felt a weird swooping in his stomach.<em>This is a mistake.  I don't belong here.  They're gonna figure it out any minute and send me right back home on the next plane.  Better not get comfortable.</em>He swallowed and experienced a brief moment of worry when a sharply-dressed manservant approached and took his matched set of black suitcases.  For a moment Gray just stared, before finally registering what was expected of him and nodding his understanding before following the man into the castle.<br/><br/>Unaware of how uncultured her appeared, Gray tipped his head back and gawked around at the ornate interior as he followed the servant up the sweeping set of stairs that lead up from the massive foyer.  Luckily, the trip from the entrance hall to the student rooms in the west wing wasn't complicated, so despite his distracted gawping he wouldn't have any trouble finding his way back and forth.  When he was asked which room he preferred, he just glanced around and pointed to one of the many doors in the hallway at complete random, though once they entered he had to admit he was pleased with his choice.<br/><br/>He wouldn't have mind being in one of the more frilly, feminine rooms, since it was just a place to sleep and who the hell cared if your sheets were pink or blue?  But, the room was definitely more his style, being pretty simple and crisp, without a lot of ornate decor.  Noting the three beds arranged in the room with two side-by-side and one arranged sideways along the opposite wall, he pointed the servant to the bed closest the door.  He figured if he ended up with roommates, they'd probably rather have one of the other two beds and he didn't care one way or the other.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After his luggage was on his chosen bed, he decided he needed a little time to adjust before being sociable, so he escaped to explore the castle and grounds.  The hours seemed to fly by as he wandered the massive building, lingering for quite a while in the gorgeous library and picking out a few books for entertainment purposes.  These he dropped back off in his room and wound up in the ballroom just minutes before two, feeling as if he'd barely seen any of the castle, and wildly eager to go exploring the woods and coastline.<br/><br/>He barely listened as the Dean welcomed them all to the school, taking the time to look around at his fellow students, now that he was feeling more even-keel.  His brows furrowed at the girl who'd brought her luggage to the event and who seemed to be trying to hide in her backpack.  The furrow disappeared as his brows jumped up when she suddenly crawled under her table, glancing around to see if anyone else had noticed this unique power move.  A pretty blond in a red dress drew his attention for a moment as she gulped her tea and he suspected he wasn't the only one feeling out of place.  Was she just as concerned about suddenly being sent packing when the university discovered their clerical error?<br/><br/>Rising from his seat, he drew in a deep breath and shoved the fancy gold chair back in before picking up his cup and saucer, and a plate for food.  He had been too nervous to eat before his flight, and the few half-hearted bites of abysmal airline food hadn't really filled him up.  Now that he was surrounded by delicious sights and smells, he could feel the gaping maw of his teenage boy appetite opening wide.  Skirting around other students and the pretty tables, he approached the drinks table first to order himself more orange juice, finding out he could have a pitcher delivered to his table.<br/><br/>After that, he wandered to the nearest table of food and stared, trying to decide what to get first.  "Okay, food shouldn't make me feel guilty for wanting to eat it...this stuff is just too pretty."  He muttered to himself as he picked up a perfectly-crafted, star-shaped sandwich with dark bread and something creamy and white in the middle.  Holding it up, he squinted at it and arched one brow.  "What even is this?"