Gideon slowly made his way through the line, slipping in front of people when they weren't looking, and ducking out of sight when necessary. As he did this, he drew ever closer to the tall, but stooping figure of Grey. He was dressed in what appeared to be some kind of tweed suit, matching shirt and trousers, and carried a black walking stick. The vast influx of club application forms and room-mate requests did not seem to daunt him, as he apparently had some kind of TARDIS-like pocket in which he secreted these sheets.

At last, Gideon came to the front of the queue.
"Sir, which room am I in?" he asked...