[[OOC : I hope I would be forgiven for taking the liberty of having my character talk to an imaginary person of authority, as it is unlikely I will find one that Bahadir would be willing to talk to in detail]]<br/><br/>Having been filled in about the general things he wanted to know, Bahadir returned to his horse and took a few things from the small baggage tied to the horse's back. As he made his way back to the school, he saw someone running into the forest but did not pay much attention to it.<br/><br/>Under the moonlight, he sat down somewhere he could watch the main building and placed his book on his lap, beginning to write as he weighed the possibility of a young lycan running rampant, howling at the moon. He stopped and chuckled quietly at himself, finding the picture of a small werewolf howling before him funny.<br/><br/>The book was filled with his personal notes and general information about his line of work. He had been writing it for some time, hoping to have a childe to give it to by the time it was over. As his hand holding the pen formed the letters, he realized that his time in this academy may provide valuable information to include in his book.