<div class="floatleft">(http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/618818_zpse050e858.jpg~original)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Surua Aalto</em><br/><strong>Who:</strong><em>Other students, Theo and Deacon mostly. Everyone else fairly mentioned.</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong><em> From his room to the dining room</em><br/><strong>When:</strong><em>20th of July, 10:00 am</em><br/><hr/><br/>Surua was quite unamused in appearance, his legs crossed as he sat on that dining room chair. His right arm resting its elbow on the back of his seat's back support, the teen's head resting along his hand. Fingers spread, pinky resting on that plump lower digit as he stared into the abyss after a bit. Thinking and finding it a struggle to wait, not being all that patient. A sigh spilled past his once partially sealed mouth.  The platinum haired teen's eyes shut and his brows tilted in a nearly submissive nature. Having been spaced out or looking to be deep in thought during the time of any introductions to him earlier in the day. Though obviously not meaning to ignore, in fact most would guess he couldn't even hear them in the earlier periods of the time. He had been phasing in and out though and caught Layla's introduction, she had a decent aura about her, possibly someone good to have on his side? A slight sleepiness perhaps adding onto that long thinking process he seemed to be indulged into quite a bit.<br/><br/>It wasn't til Theo had entered, a taller male witch with a rather handsome face had directed his speaking towards he and another male that Surua even acknowledged the existence of anyone.  Those vibrant blue hues giving an almost catty and cold stroll up his body to his face. Being the semi-arrogant and perhaps overly prideful Finn that he was, Surua internally shrugged. A pretty face without much substance, being his first thought. That was how it normally went, not knowing how wrong he was.  He'd only respond by giving his name in exchange, plain and simply. The thicker accent as cold as his eyes,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">" Surua.. "</span>the name even sounding  a bit frosty in some odd way.   Despite using proper etiquette, it was obvious that this one had a sharp tongue and a drive to excel in everything, hence why he couldn't seem to be bothered with just about anything. An elitist of sorts.<br/><br/>The Baltic and Scandinavian boy's head lifting from its rested state along that hand with that side-stare he had been giving and began to rake his digits through his tousled bangs. Both hands eventually building a bridge below his chin. Elbows gently resting upon the table as his curved back  leaned his torso forward. Fingers building a bridge for his chin to rest.  A Mr. Deacon Valentine following in shortly after,  making his entry and greetings to all before making the same question of their names. A gentle nod forward, confirming his name as not to repeat his own name too often. Happening to not care for his name for good reasoning and not just caring to speak much. The new student was far more interested in studying the other witches and these wondrous books that peaked his curiosity.<br/><br/>One by one they seemed to flood in, each of them unknowingly being marked down in his head. Mostly not having names, for the most part that is. Instead by memory he marked them down as  The Shy girl , The Playboy Nymphomaniac , The Princess and eventually The BasketCase.  Already this was feeling far too much like The Breakfast club with a supernatural twist.   After that, Surua played nice internally. Focusing on himself, being so vane he had begun looking at his own nails after Cordelia's call to the other's not within the dining room had ended.  Eyes eventually falling on the latest entry. Another mousy type, cute and full of excuses. Easy to say, the blonde hated him already. Though, not anymore than anyone else.  All  the foreigner cared to know was if this was the final student missing.