<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>Healing Arts Classroom, then to Dorm rooms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team Dewclaw<br/><br/>Hearing Luna's response made Willum chuckle a little, "Actually, I was thinking more like we as a team work together to pass the quiz.  I guess I should have said 'study buddies' instead of using the singular.  But hey, if there's a certain someone you want to be partnered with, I won't be offended.  I'll just find someone else to study with."<br/>There was another laugh, a little teasing, but Willum was grinning and making it clear he was just joking around.  After all, it had been less than a week since they had all gotten here.  It was hardly likely that Luna was already making moon eyes at some.<br/>"Hey Caden, seems like we've got thirty minutes until the next class.  How about we escort the girls to their dorm rooms?  No sense in hanging around in the hallway when we can relax in our own rooms.  I also kind of want to see where I'll be sleeping for the next few years.  Come on, let's go."<br/><br/>As they moved towards the dorms, Willum continued to chat with his team.<br/>"So I think we did pretty good for our first class together.  We all managed to fix the shoulder, and none of us looked all that green about doing it.  That looks like success to me.  And what do we have after this, science?  I wonder who we'll get for that given how this school is run.  Maybe we'll get like a mad scientist type, all electrified hair and rubber gloves and goggles.  Would be par for the course for this school."<br/>Though it seemed he was just chatting away, Willum occasionally looked at his team members, using the chatter to hide the fact that he was carefully observing them.  Watching how they walked, how they were reacting to his words.  As a fighter, body language was important, and words unsaid could be revealed in other ways.  He wasn't being malicious about it, but it was a good way to get a read on a person and get to know them quickly.<br/><br/>When they reached the dorm rooms, Willum waved at one of the dorms.<br/>"There you go, now let's see where I'll be staying."<br/>As he took out his information package for the school and skimmed through it, his eyes widened and then snapped up to the door.<br/>"Wait, what?"<br/>Holding up the piece of paper detailing his rooming assignment, he compared the two numbers.  They were the exact same.  Willum opened the door and launched himself inside, and then stood paralyzed at what he saw.  Four beds.  One of them held his stuff.  The rest did not.  Two of them did not look like they belonged to guys.<br/>"What the shit?"<br/><br/>Cold terror swept through him as he ran towards the bathroom and checked inside.  For a moment, he just stood there, and then slumped against the door frame.<br/>"Well, I'm out of my element."<br/>Willum turned around and looked at his team mates.<br/>"We're dorm buddies!" he announced loudly in faux cheer.  "No one told me!"