Matthew had shifted into an 18-year-old to blend into the seniors. He heard rumors and secrets, a childish smile playing on his lips. So that was the famed great professor, the man at least looked like he could take a joke, that was one good thing. It was probably not the smartest idea for the boy to be looking so old, considering no one would help him find his classroom, but that wasn't too bad. He'd either ask someone or swipe a map.

The boy leaned against the large room's wall, his hands in his pockets, and whistled a little. Would his classmates be like him, fun and somewhat impulsive or dull and stubborn. And the new possibilities of the different pranks he could do would be glorious!

(Just to make sure, I'm thinking all the professors taking care of the new students should have heard of his case.)