Relieved that he hadn't missed anything too important, Max allowed himself to be shuffled along by the throng of students, though clutching rather rightly to is wand this time. He wasn't exactly interested in a repeat performance of earlier. And as little as he'd like to admit it, he was rather nervous. He'd lost sight of those he'd met on the boat, and was feeling rather pressed-upon from all sides as the students milled about the gate waiting for their turn.<br/><br/>As awkward as he could be in social situations, Max did at least know himself quite well. Therefore, when his turn came up and he was announced a "Sheep", he was not at all surprised. Some might have been disappointed because of the negative connotations of "sheep", especially when relating to people, but Max was perfectly satisfied. There was nothing wrong with a gentle nature or a supporting role, things with which he identified. But with the work he had done over the summer and the work he planned to do here, Max planned to carve out a place for himself in history. A Sheep, certainly, but he would not be among the "Sheeple".<br/><br/>Well, except maybe for right now. He had enough sense to know to follow the people who looked like they knew where they were going when he himself hadn't any idea. And so, Max followed the crowd.