James found himself quite surprised by his guessing of Li's school, and then suddenly found himself outside of the hall. Li excused herself, and James followed over and went into his own room. Empty. [i]Figures. Like anyone would choose to be room-mates with me[/i] he mused in his head, slightly baffled by the idea of anyone actually choosing to be his room-mate, or being randomly chosen for that matter. Around him the shadows converged as he turned on the light, casting aside said shadows unto the corners of the room. He dropped his bag onto the bed and began to unpack the little bits he had brought along: some clothes, a couple daggers, an old spell tome and a necklace bearing the emblem of his family. Not a well known family, that is, but still a moderately respected family of mages none the less. 

Unpacking his inventory, James figured he should "practise" some of his abilities before the first mission or training drill. Switching off the light, he forged his clear favourite weapon; a dual barrelled crossbow already loaded - flickering with the thousands of shadows he had woven together to create the masterpiece. It was a great weapon, and very reliable; capable of long distance kills and pinpoint accuracy. The perfect witch killing weapon, as it didn't require the wielder to get close whilst still having enough power to kill one instantly - well, almost instantly. The shadows danced, a their shape flickered from the crossbow to a long, curved sword. A beautifully crafted blade worthy of use by even the Silverhand clan. The shadows were truly magnificent creatures.