<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/718362/kit-harington-profile.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Valter Endresen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.25)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>First year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, minus the watch. (http://i.imgur.com/VYnlHlg.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Combined Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>As he was struggling with his robe he noticed a small piece of paper pinned to it. Sighing, he shifted the troublesome article around until he could see the paper, opening it slowly.<em>Be sure to wear your school uniform. We packed it beneath the robe. Love, Grandma.</em>Blushing slightly at his mistake, he glanced around a moment before pulling his bag down, hoping that no one else had been witness to his foolishness. Setting the bag upon his seat, he opened it to find his school uniform neatly folded. Gathering up the various items he found, he looked around for a moment. He suspect that it would be in bad taste to change right here, not that it bothered him any, but he really didn’t feel like getting in trouble. One could only guess at the punishments could be. Certainly worse than a ruler across the backside he would think.<br/><br/>Nothing a few other students coming and going from what seemed to be a changing area, he scooted his way out of his seat and headed down towards the back of the Marseille charge, dodging people and creatures alike. “My apologies…. Excuse me… Just trying to get over there…. Pardon me.” He blushed when he accidently bumped into a rather lovely girl, quickly darting into the changing room before she could reprimand him. Pulling the curtain closed, he shifted slightly, his shoulders bumping against the edges of the small room. “One would think wizards could make bigger rooms.”<br/><br/>The pants and shirt were easy enough to sort out, the vest following shortly there after. Looking at the other items, he shook his head, grumbling in his native Norwegian. “What in the nine hells is all this stuff for? What an odd looking hat. And why on earth would they make use wear ties? It’s going to be the death of me for sure. Why I am not even sure how to tie one of those things.” Grumbling still, he settled for slipping on the shoes and putting the coat on, though he left it unbuttoned, find it detestable and exceedingly warm already. The tie was left parted and loose around his neck, figuring he could ask someone about it later if he had the chance. Carrying the hat, he glanced back out of the dressing area before heading towards his seat, feeling rather like a monkey in a suit at the moment.