Austin shook his head as he left, rolling his eyes. He always thought the orientation was so very boring, after all these years. As normal, he did his typical picking of a roommate. He walked to the house of fire, his strides long, eyes narrowed. He didn't even bother to look at someone, and refused to alter his path or speed, many times pushing someone out of the way. He walked to the dorms, picking his usal dorm that he picked every year. Once inside, he threw his stuff on a bed, not glancing at the other beds before spinning on his heel and walking out.

( anyone can pick the dorm room he is in or say they already placed their stuff in the room.)