Keriann grunted as a small girl darted past him. He smiled a bit at her rush before she vanished into the crowd. She didn't look familiar, but the school reviewed hundreds of transfers every year. He turned around and walked backwards up the steps, his eyes scanning for one particular head of hair among the sea of bobbing heads. The trademark sunglasses pointed him out, seeing as they were not allowed in the building. He raised his hand and gave Randolph a small wave. The kid never seemed to like him much, but he didn't seem to like anything much, save for books.<br/><br/>As usual Keriann's Gothic appearance paved a small road for him in the crowd of preps. He moved swiftly through the mass of people, as most moved out of his way. He turned swiftly into a room, moved to his usual seat in the back of the class, and kicked his feet up on the desk next to him. The teacher eyed him warily before consulting her notes. He had little doubt as to what it said. "Just ignore the back left corner and focus on the rest of the class." Keriann mocked softly, resting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes to wait for the bell to ring.