<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>"Oy, dick," Roman called, using play on words with Richard's name, a slight devious spark in his eyes matching the lopsided, devious grin that played on his lips, "Where can I smoke?" he asked. He didn't need to be shown where and he definitely didn't need to be herded to the dorms- he was pretty capable of figuring out where they were himself, after all, if these people were so goddamn smart then he hoped that many of them<em>could</em>figure it out for themselves too.<br/><br/>He then let his eyes find Warwick, of course Roman had to properly introduce himself to the<em>head boy</em>. He approached the ginger Fabio, making his way towards the small group of people. "¿Qué pasa? (What's up?)" he casually greeted the small group, showing in a very subtle way what exactly he might be studying, "My name's Roman," he gave a nod, "I just wanted to familiarize myself with the er... man of the house, guess that'd be you. I thought I'd give you fair warning now, I'm a little bit notorious for making trouble, perhaps a bit too ballsy for my own good, or so that's how I've heard it put..."