A young man, tall and wrapped from head to toe in linen wraps, stepped out of the family car.  Dark eyes gazed out from gaps in the carefully wrapped fabric as he looked up to the rather intimidating castle.  Dark hair, tied loosely as it fell along his back, came out of the wraps through more gaps, but by nature hid the skin closest to the roots.  Over the wraps, Saif was dressed somewhat modernly, a white button-up shirt, black slacks and a pair of black shoes polished so thoroughly, they were almost reflective.  The top button of the shirt was undone and a necklace laden with ancient looking jewelry hung from his neck, bracelets of gold just as genuine hanging from his wrists among a fancy watch, also gold.  Saif crossed the line from stylish into gaudy, but anyone who knew anything about genuine mummies understood why.<br/><br/>He scrunched a brow at the castle.  It was important that he be here, that his family be part of the attempt made to move forward and integrate the world of the mystical with that of the mundane, but he had a few personal criticisms of the locale.  He wasn't much into nightlife, himself, at least outside of the home that boasted everything he'd wanted to pass the time, but he found himself wishing the school had been placed somewhere... else.  Still, he could appreciate the decision to place it here, even if Transylvania was a bit on the nose.  After all, many people were still wary about the existence of monsters, so this one show of goodwill satisfied both parties by showing immense effort in the form of a grand castle for the campus and exclusion from masses of regular human society.  Saif himself didn't want to deal with people protesting his existence, anyways, at least not frequently, so that aspect of the school, he did appreciate.<br/><br/>Walking through the garden a bit quieter than most people aught to be walking around by themselves, Saif found himself again appreciating the plant-life here.  Back home, things were arid and hot and many plants that could be grown here in Transylvania were almost impossible to cultivate there.  His home had had a garden, but even then, it was limited.  Another thought occurred to him as he began making his way up the steps towards the granite framing the front of the school.  It was more humid here and he'd have to take care of his wraps.  Luckily, it wasn't particularly warm, at least at the moment, but if it did grow hot, the humidity might force him to abandon his wraps.  The thought made him feel a bit exposed and he tried to file it away as he was ushered inside by the harpy.<br/><br/>The only reason that Saif was as early as he was was due to the fact that he didn't sleep.  He knew some of the others were bound to arrive early as well, so when he'd set out this morning, it was a bit ahead of schedule.  Luckily for him, it paid off, and another student was already here.  Saif didn't bother with a friendly smile as he approached the lamia, she wouldn't see it, anyways (as far as he knew) as hidden by the wraps as his mouth was, but he graciously offered her his hand in a show of goodwill.<br/><br/>"Good morning."  He said, "I'm Saif."<br/><br/>For now, he kept the greeting simple.  He had a tendency to overdo certain interactions, which tended to give the wrong impression (not an untrue impression, just not the one he wanted to get across).  So for now, simplicity was best.