[center]Toby Kipling[/center]

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Toby was surprised when he finished rather quickly. When he first came to this school, it took him hours to unpack since he had too many stuff. His first year here he bought too many extra supplies that he never really got to using. He was slightly scared and paranoid, but mostly excited and happy. 

The dorm room had been set up to replicate his room back home. His bed was positioned next to the left wall where the light from the stained colored window would bathe him when he would be sleeping. His favorite bed position was the fetal one wherein his face would face the wall. It’s been the way he slept since he was a kid.

At the food of the bed, he had his trunk. Inside of the old chest was his clothes. Naturally they were neatly folded, organized and arranged by season. It was how he did most things, methodical and precise. Next to his bed was a study table with his lamp, reference books, and studying materials. It was just a normal desk that his uncle bought with him during their first trip in the east coast’s local magic street. His first visit to that place was the real first time he’d gone into anything that really magical that was available only to full blown wizards and witches. It was really cool.

After getting his belonging organized, he decided to go get some food since he hasn’t had anything to eat since his arrival. Prior to leaving the dorm he left a note on a table for his roommate saying he was out in the event the guy wondered why he was gone. Toby didn’t need to be, but he;d been on the receiving end of worrying about people in your house being gone all the time and it was not a pleasant childhood, plus it was nice to be nice to people.