<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>Morning October 27th 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>2nd year student<br/><br/><em>So many new faces. So many new humans.</em>Troy sat all the way to the right side of the auditorium, in the middle row of the open seating. He used  his senses to take in the sights of all the new potential. For many of those students it was the potential for an amazing academic experience. For those like him, the were-animals, it was also the dream of finding the one that could fulfill a deep inner need to mate. Last year when he had sat through the orientation speech the first time he couldn’t quite see past his own nose and charmed words of the Academy’s leaders. What Headmaster Marthelion said had been true for him – at least academically. The things he had studied, had learned, had been enriching and life-altering. He found interests in subjects he never knew existed, like biology and physics. He was becoming a regular book-worm, almost. He still would rather drink a beer and play his guitar over hours of studying – but he had done well in all his classes. He looked forward to getting his schedule set up for this semester.<br/>What hadn’t changed was his weary longing for finding his lifelong mate, and with her, a home. He’d been cast out of his pride so young, been along for so long. The Headmistress’ words were captivating, as always, but Troy couldn’t help but scan the crowd. Could she be sitting there now? As the speech ended and everyone filled out Troy rolled his room key between his large fingers and decided to hit the Cafe before going to his room – avoiding the crowds of new students finding their way down unknown hallways.<br/>