Beast turned with a blank face as a voice shouted from behind him. He blinked and looked back at he plate and then to the person that appeared to be this Kovu. Silently, Beast let the boy through and then started on the task of scratching out his name again. So... That was my roommate? He thought to himself, absentmindedly scratching. He didn't even notice the slick haired boy from before as the door closed before him. He blinked once again, his face stoic and cold. Shrugging, he walked up to the closed door and continued scratching. When Adam was sufficiently scratched away, Beast went under and scratched, BEAST in big lettering on the wood of the door. He took a step back for a moment and smiled to himself, happy with his handy work. Maybe that would scare people enough to keep them from knocking on his door. Ironically, Beast was then forced to knock on his own door as he realized the door was locked. It didn't really surprise him so much as annoy him. Somehow he'd managed to do this to himself, what rotten luck. Knock knock "Let me in." He commanded his roommate, his voice rough and masculine. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited and looked around the hallway at the other names and the other people. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. He sighed and slumped against the wall, waiting on his roommate. What was this Kovu like? Would he leave him alone or irritate him like the others? So far, Beast hadn't had the best of luck...

Rylan looked at Percy with a creased brow. "Cats?" he shook his head. "I actually like cats..." He muttered. "I think I ran over one once... felt kinda bad about it afterwards..." Rylan pulled his bag open and began sloppily throwing his clothes into the drawers under the bed. He shoved his bag into the closet and sat down on his bed, suddenly realizing that he didn't have sheets, blankets or pillows on the bed. "Well..." he muttered under his breath. He waited a bit until Percy stepped out for a moment. He quickly looked back at his bed. With a snap of his fingers, quick puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, and the bed became suddenly dressed. Oh, how I love magic...

Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.

Kovu stared at Beast as he walked by him and into his new room, pushing the door closed behind him. He stared around at his the room...it was different than he thought it would be. It was actually nice, there were paintings on the wall, the drapes look good and an elegant rug on the floor. It must be this Adam guy Kovu thought staring at the rug, he probably comes from a rich family. Kovu saw that one bed was already taken and placed his bag on the other bed and dropped his backpack on the floor beside it. "I guess Adam must already be here," Kovu pondered quietly to himself wishing that he had stayed to say hello. "Let me in", Kovu heard from the other side of the door, it sounded like that beastly guy who was outside. Kovu was annoyed, he walked over to the door and yelled back, "Just go away, leave us alone and go back to your own room. Stop bothering Adam and most importantly stop bothering me...he's not here anyway so go find someone else to bully." Kovu stomped back to his bed and sat down on the edge.

Beast's eye twitched with annoyance. "Let me in." He repeated now in a much more monotone voice. This guy thought he was bullying Adam? A funny thought. The Beast bullying himself. It was enough to make the rough looking man chuckle, a light smile splayed on his sharp features, annoyance replaced with bemusement. Still smiling, he banged on the door. "You're a real comedian, Kovu. I've never thought about bullying myself." He chuckled again, shaking his head with his hand still held to the door. It was true, though. He'd bully himself before he'd ever bully anyone else. Yet another prime example of people thinking the worst of him. Still, he couldn't fault them with it. He did look like a beast, a nasty individual who seemed to only live for blood and violence. Maybe he should just succumb to that. It wasn't like he'd ever find his true love here... It wasn't like anyone would be able to see past the bully to the boy underneath. Still, instead of cursing the witch, he'd come to thank her for her curse on him. Though it meant a life of solitude for himself, it also let him see the true colors of those around him. He told him who to trust and who not to trust, which... was probably everyone.

Belle smiles and shuts her book, looking over at the younger girl. "Sure! We can do yours first." She sets her book down on the side table and slides the new book under her bed, hoping that the younger girl did not see it. She walks over to her and opens the wardrobe near the edge of the bed and opens it, seeing a few extra hangers already in there. "Alright, so what do you want to do first? I don't exactly have much things, except my books." She smiles back at Gretel.

After the grand welcome from the hag who called herself 'Godmother Fey' Cecilia stalked the halls of the school, searching for her dorm room. She didn't know who she would share with, but she didn't really think it mattered. She would be lonely in this stupid school, without Jasper and Horace she didn't have anyone. "Daddy! You can't send me away without them! They're my friends, I can't believe you!" Cecilia screeched, pounding on her father's chest. He looked down at her, disapproval etched in his strict features. "They are not your friends, they are your servants. And you have no choice. I can't afford to send them with you. Now go pack, before I leave you behind." He pushed his daughter away, and gestured towards the door. "You're an ugly pig." She breathed, stomping out of the room, her makeup running down her face, and her fur coat falling off of her shoulders. Jasper and Horace stood outside the doors, they had heard everything, but it didn't seem to phase them. "Lady Cecilia," Jasper said, acknowledging her. Cecilia adjusted her coat, and cleared her throat. "Daddy said you two couldn't come. Let's go pack my bags." She scowled, the memory was still a sore spot for her. She rolled her eyes, knowing someday she would show her father what she was made of. It didn't take long to find the dorms, and each one had a plaque. She searched for her name, and soon found it. She strolled into the room, and carried her bags with her. She threw her things onto one of the bags and threw herself on with it. Today would be a long day, and she had barely gotten started. She thought about her classes, and why she was here. Many of the othes appeared to be 'special', such as the old hag that had introduced herself to the students. They either had amazing special effect makers, and this was all a ruse, or that lady had some tricks up her old fashioned sleeves. Cecilia felt as though she was getting a headache thinking of all these options, and with a sigh, she let her eyes close. "I hate this place." After a rather boring introduction from Godmother Fey as she called herself, and some rather horrible showy magic, Ulma found herself freed from the crowd. She walked through the halls with her bags in one hand, and a map in the other. She wasn't ready to go to her dorm, in fact she wanted to roam and run around. She wanted to play tricks on all the prissy people she saw here, and maybe she would even try to make a deal if she could. Ulma sighed, rubbing her temples. She had just started school and she was already finding ways to get in trouble. How desperate could she get? Her slick smile wavered, and she frowned, confused. Why did she fight with herself? She wished she could choose, because she always thought she chose the dark side, and then her conscious cut in. It made her feel sick sometimes, and other times it made her feel happy that she was making the right choice. "I need to figure myself out." She growled to herself. Looking around, she realized that in her confusion she had wandered to a door with a plaque that had her name on it, with a shrug she pulled open the door and stepped inside. It was a nice, open dorm room, but Ulma figured it was like every other room. She threw her things on the bed, and one at a time, she started to pull clothing and items out of her suitcase, putting them all where they belonged. She wanted to get this over with as soon as she could, so she could go and explore the halls a bit more before they're next activity. "This place is much more cleaner than my old home. I like it." She muttered, touching her cabinet and the bedpost with a little bit of hope. Maybe she would like this place, as unlikely as that was.

She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.

Before Red could answer Kyrin’s question Godmother Fey’s voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey’s voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. “Hi.” Kyrin said cheerfully, “I’m Kyrin, your roommate.” Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.

A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit." He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.

Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song

Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.

@ScarlettWaters16 Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."

[/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.

After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn’t changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn’t hurt him too much. Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat’s nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. “Hello.” Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off. @SomeoneSomewere

Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.

Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on.

1 Unread Message

...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath.

Good luck, Dear! Make us proud!
-Mrs. Potts

Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.

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Percy's ears rotated to the sound of rapidly falling footsteps, causing him turn to investigate. Right as he did, a female appeared around the corner before skidding to a halt. His tail twitched, watching the girl as she approaches him and moved into a crouch. A small smile formed on his face, the sight of her going through the typical introduction of yourself to a cat. It wasn't quite necessary, but he went along with it. He sniffed the back of the hand presented to him, rubbing his cheek against the hand. A male would never deny the attention of one of the opposite gender. The appearance of the tail and ears confirmed what he expected, due to her being the source of the mixed scent. He then decided to break the 'I'm a real cat and I can't speak' facade, and spoke," hello there, I take it you are also capable of turning into a cat? Based on your smell and ears and tail."

Kyrin grinned happily, there was another cat who could talk! “Oh yes, yes I can, well, technically I should say no, I am a cat, that can turn into a humanoid, therefore the ears and tail which I cannot get rid of, but that’s okay.” She smiled, arching her back slightly and sifting back, shrinking, her clothes and collar dissolving into her growing ginger and white fur. But also as she changed so did her feelings, suddenly she found herself wanting to be hostile to the other cat, desiring a fight. His whiskers twitching he backed up a step, just enough that the other cat’s sent wasn’t overpowering him. “I’m guessing that you, also, can turn into a human, or humanoid form?” Kyrin half-growled half-purred, still speaking normally, his fur standing on end. For the most part his human side was still in control, keeping him from trying to tear the other cat to ribbons, but that might not last.
@SomeoneSomewere

Kovu looked at his roommate with bewilderment at his sudden change in attitude. "No idea", Kovu finally said after a few moments of staring at Beast. "This place is huge, I was just going to wander around and hope I find it," Kovu said rubbing the back of his head.

Kovu had no idea if Beast was playing some sort of game or attempting to do something to him but Kovu decided to follow his lead and drop his anger and bitterness...for now. His father had always said to him to never trust anyone, not even those you are close to, they will stab you in the back to get what they want, so you need to make sure you get what you want after they think they've won. He never understood the last part of that but he got the jist of it.

Kovu walked towards the door, opening it he was about to step outside his room but was stopped by an aromatic smell, he took in a deep breath and his nose twitched at its magnificent scent. Food.