As the gong sounds, a shortish young man with pale skin and black hair walks into the main entrance, a broom unlike any in the catalogues with extensive silver work slung over his shoulder, and a trunk piled high luggage and packages followed him on many spindly insectile legs. He was already dressed in the requisite kilt and bare chest, showing his lithe, almost feminine form, completely devoid of hair other than that on his head and a small tuft on his chin. On his belt hung a small-ish pouch, it's bottom pulled taught wit heavy items, and he took off and slipped into his belt a pair of brass and leather goggles. His left bicep bore a tattoo of goat's head with a snake curled around the horns, and he wore an Eye of Horus design over the same side eye. He took off the strap that gathered back his mid-back length hair, combing it tame as he walked towards the stairs. As he gathered his hair back he turned to the animate luggage and said to a large-ish shape, covered by a leather tarp<strong>"Make sure the trunk goes to the right room, then pester a house elf until they give you a package of breakfast left overs, you should be able to find me soon after."</strong>He put his broom on pile, then looked from the steps to the trunk's legs, and pointed his wand at the legs, lengthening and strengthening them, then slid the wand back into what looked to be a dagger minus a handle slipped into the back of his belt.<br/>He walked into the dining hall, picking up a piece of bacon as he passed a table, and addressed the room in general, though he seemed to be speaking to the instructors,<strong>"Sorry I'm a tad late, got caught up on a project, seems I made it before the first period though, eh?"</strong>