<strong>Maxwell Kraden</strong><br/><br/>Max stumbled into the hall looking more than a little sleepy. He'd manage to dress himself properly, but his hair was, as usual, doing whatever it pleased. He hadn't slept well, having been up all night, but luckily he knew just the cure for it. A good breakfast could cure anything, in his opinion, all he needed now was a place to sit. He was more than a little anxious about it, having met no one in his own dorm yet. They had all been asleep by the time he reached the dorm.<br/><br/>Thankfully, he was spared the difficulty of socializing by a small, uncrowded space near one end of the table. He knew full well that isolating himself was no way to make friends, but it was just too tempting.<br/><br/>Going after mostly carbs, he wolfed down a stack of pancakes that would have most people his size to get sick before finishing half. While eating, he used his time alone to really take the place in. The sights, the smells, the rumble of conversation, he absorbs it all with the potioneer's eye for detail.