<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcS4zhf5674TITAXPmOpJ5zlAC1tKFhvZt2C79FiUjzFL1EkJVTw)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<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>September 30th, 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>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>Casual travel attire (https://resize-public.ladmedia.fr/img/var/public/storage/images/news/photos-terence-telle-le-mannequin-sexy-qui-va-mettre-le-feu-a-danse-avec-les-stars-1482950/1482960/38746191-1-fre-FR/image.jpg) -> Change into 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>Excited<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Heading to opening ceremonies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Giselle Boucher, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The flight was ten hours, with one stop on the way. Indianapolis to Scotland, and boring as all hell.<br/>It wasn't uncomfortable, they really went all out in first class these days, that seemed to be the trade for making coach tighter and tighter. His dad had even gone so far as to make sure there wasn't anyone in the seat next to him. He hadn't asked him to. Hell, a seat mate might have even made the trip go by faster. But his dad...hadn't so much insisted, as just went ahead and arranged it that way without one word to Marshall…<br/>Or rather, Heather, his father's personal assistant, made the arrangements. Either way, Marshall wasn't made aware until he scanned the boarding pass on his phone and found both seats reserved without exception.<br/><br/>So while ten hours in luxury accommodations was nothing to spit at. Ten grueling hours, stuck in a seat, all by yourself, for someone who had trouble sitting still and really didn't care for being alone, would be like hell! A slow gondola ride down the river Styx. Only his earbuds in, and his phone in his hands to keep him entertained.<br/>At least they had wifi on planes now. His friends back at Notre Dame could make 'Fresh Prince' jokes on his selfies of drinking orange juice from a champagne glass, while he listened to an unsorted arrangement of music. At one point he decided to go ahead and watch that new Scorsese movie 'The Irishman', since he finally had time. Fortunately he just barely finished it before they were beginning to land.<br/><br/>Having grown up spending his summers at a lake house, the natural vista of Scotland wasn't something he was completely unfamiliar with. Though he had to admit, the old world charm of the area did have an almost storybook feel to it. That was at least amusing enough to keep him looking out the window, with a big grin on his face, the entire train and van ride to his new school.<br/>He was mostly silent the entire trip, with his earbuds in, only making eye contact and giving a smile to the others around him now and then. In his mind he was less worried about fitting in on the journey, and more interested in making a mental list of all these places he was seeing that he wanted to visit again, and what his daily routine would be like in this new, storybook, setting.<br/><br/>When the vans finally arrived, Marshall was in as much awe as anyone. Letting his eyes wander over the expanse of what was literally a castle. Honestly, he thought any remaining castles just existed for the sake of tourism. But this thing was real as the day, with its towers and high walls, and unless the drivers were about to inform them that a mistake had been made, this would be where he would be living for the next two years.<br/>All the excitement finally bubbled forward in a quick, delighted, laugh, while still admiring the outside architecture. Hoping that the inside was nearly as incredible, as he picked up his bags from the back of the van.<br/><br/>The inside didn't disappoint, with its walls of incredible art. Hallways lined with big, beautiful rooms, and even a look out at the landscape behind the castle left him in awe. He was able to spend a good half hour wandering, and staring out the windows, just trying to take in these new surroundings. All the wonder and excitement finally culminating in a barely vocalized,<strong>"...woo-oow…"</strong><br/>If they didn't have a schedule to keep, he could have wondered around the rest of the night.<br/><br/>But since they did have a schedule, and Marshall had never been one to be late to anything, he made his way back to where his bags were waiting for him to pick a room assignment. Not caring much about who he'd be rooming with, Marshall just quickly pointed out one of the less frilly looking dorms with three beds, and immediately someone was leading him, with his bags, down one of the long ornate hallways.<br/>Once he was in his new dorm he noticed one bed already taken, by the door. A quick scan of the room and he decided to set up his stuff on the bed nearest the window. Then with a mild wonder about what his roommates would be like, he decided to change for the formal gala he was told they would all be meeting at. High tea, like castles, another thing he hadn't actually thought was a real thing that people did any more. But hey, when in Rome.<br/><br/>Making it to the ballroom with a little time to spare, he allowed himself a moment to take a look around at the banquet and the finger foods all laid out for them. Them being him and all the other various students filling the hall. The more people he was around, the more his excitement grew. For some reason, he had this feeling of belonging amongst these peers. Something he hadn't expected, at least so soon. But sure enough, being among the others here just felt right.<br/>He found a seat next to a woman in a leather jacket who almost looked as out of place as he felt. But there was a strong air about her that had him just offering a half smile and nod, before the headmaster started speaking.<br/><br/>Most of the speech went over his head, like so many other welcome speeches. At least that much was the same no matter what country he was in.<br/><br/>When it was over he was more than ready to stand, and did so along with the leather jacket woman, ready to head over and see what food they had prepared.<br/><strong>"...I hope I'm not the only one who feeling like it's thier first day at Hogwarts."</strong>he said low to the tough lady in the leather jacket.<br/>...and that he wasn't the only one that turned to humor in tense situations.