Now he wasn't sure where he was. He had Potions next, an interesting subject, at least from what he could surmise, and he was energetic to get started, as he was in contemplation with most of his subjects, except perhaps his ballroom class that was somehow inexplicably appended to his schedule. The more damning problem with his schedule, however, had less to do with the subjects and more to do with its lack of precise expository directions to their locations. He supposed the point of this complication was to push new students into talking to their peers and getting the directions through social contact. This, however, was not a means of which Thomas was going to have any such luck with, as any interaction with any student, for now, was in direct violation of his human rights, or student rights, if he were to put it more aptly.
Thomas mused on all this in his head, eyes down, focus on his feet rather than his surroundings, when, passing a corner, he sensed a presence close, to his right, and only looked up in time to see a face, shocked, surprised, then slamming into him, the two tumbling to the ground.
'Knowledge is strength, quite evidenced by my character,' - Thomas Lurking
Stamina: 4 Agility: 6 Strength: 1 Control: 8 ArcPower: 6 AccPower: 5