"12....13....14" He arrived at his room. He was glad to be there, his duffel bag was starting to take its toll on his shoulder. He walked into his room. It had an extremely nice feel to it. The far end opposite to the door was mostly a wall made of a window. The right wall held a desk and right next to it was a bookshelf that was mostly empty aside from a few scattered books that, Enix assumed, were his books for the school year. The left wall had his bed and a trunk at the foot of it, the bed was a twin sized. Nothing too fancy, it was a modest room, that's what he liked about it. He dropped his bags and started to pull out clothes. He needed to gain control of his abilities or get new clothes, most of his current clothes were thrown away. It seemed when ever he was caught off guard or emotions flooded him, his natural defense (so to speak) would kick in and destroy his clothes. After he had everything put away he laid in his bed looking up at the ceiling, sun light flooded into his room and made it feel warm.<em>So this is my new home. This is where I will gain control? I can only hope.</em><br/><br/>After 10 minutes of letting his mind wander, he decided his time was best spent, down stairs in the main hall. Maybe something would happen, or at the very least he could actually meet someone.