<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm rooms, then to Chemistry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team Dewclaw, Dr. West<br/><br/>Well, Luna was certainly taking this in stride much better than he was.  Willum stopped leaning against the bathroom door frame and picked himself up, shaking himself as if he was a dog and his surprise was just so much water.  When Luna brought out the chocolates, his eyes lit up and he helped himself to one of the bonbons.  Popping it into his mouth, his eyebrows went up in some surprise and there was a slightly obscured 'mmm' sound of contentment.  Chocolates and candy had been rare treats when he was a kid, reserved for special occasions only or when his one father managed to sneak some to him.<br/>"These are pretty good," Willum said around the candy.  "Compliments to the chef.  Your mom or dad make them?  Or maybe a sibling?"<br/>It didn't occur to him at all that Luna came from a wealthy family, and that they would have had the service of a personal chef.  He just naturally assumed that they had someone in the family that was good in the kitchen.<br/><br/>Any further line of questioning was interrupted by the alarm of his scroll going off, and it took a little more time for him to find it and turn it off.<br/>"Fifteen minute mark.  Looks like we should start heading off to chem class."<br/>Going to his pile of bags, he took out his weapons, grey metals gauntlets, and put them on.  As he head out to the door, Willum shrugged at his team.<br/>"Left them because I thought I'd have enough time after breakfast to snag them.  And I figure if we're going to chem class, if it ends up being as exciting as healing arts, I better have something that gives me more options in case things go crazily wrong.  Besides, isn't it a motto somewhere to always be prepared?"<br/>It certainly was a motto his faunus father had often espoused, coming from a military background.  Since he was a professional, Willum had taken his father's advice to heart more often than not.<br/><br/>Waiting for his team mates to get whatever they needed for the next class, he held the door open for them so that he was the last one to leave and closed the door behind him.  The chemistry class wasn't too hard to navigate to and with a little quickness to their steps, they were a few minutes early.  Looking at the closed door, Willlum stepped forward, and with somewhat of a dramatic flourish, opened the door into... everything he expected out of a chemistry lab.  There were workstations where they would normally be, materials had already been arranged on them.  There was the blackboard with the words "Dr. Sidney West" on it, and apparently sitting at the teacher's desk was the aforementioned Dr. Sidney West, who looked what Willum expected a science teacher would look like, sans lab coat but with a fashionable vest and of course a pair of goggles.<br/><br/>"Hello Doctor, nice to meet you," Willum said as he stepped inside.<br/>He jerked a thumb at himself and then at his team mates, "I'm Willum, and that's the rest of team claw."<br/>"Any particular way we're supposed to take a seat?" he asked as he motioned to the work stations, noting how some of the material had been arranged.