Nicholas used most of the morning arranging his things. Organizing vials of different magical ingredients into shelves, carefully classifying them based on their use and effects. Thankfully there's a little fireplace in his room where he can place his cauldron and do most of his potion work. He also set up half of the room into his work place which is much bigger compare to his previous work place in his nuncle's house. Stack of books put away neatly on his study table, plus a few apparatus for brewing things cluttered most of his desk. After making sure everything's in place, he decided its time to go.
At first glance, Nicholas looks like your typical witch boy. Black robes on, pointy hat, messy honey blond curls that frames his square face, pale skin, and a little skinny for his 6 and 4 height. His not much into fashion, but sees to it that he's decent to look at. He stand a wee bit too proud for most people's taste, but he likes it that way. His first way of establishing a wall around himself to new people. But today, he cant help but feel a little nervous. Its his first time getting out of that cave he calls a work place for what feels like ages. It makes him really uncomfortable seeing this much people around his age when the only interaction he had in years were with his nuncle and some old folks in their neighborhood.
He started to walk a little faster, his eyes straight ahead. Fortunately, he had memorized the directions of his rooms from the map the school gave him. It didnt took him long to get to his first class. But by the time he got there, a couple kids had already got there before him. He casually walked in and find himself a seat a little farther back near a window. He can feel a few eyes on him, but pretended to not notice them by looking around instead. Most of them are already engaged in conversations. Some are just waiting to be talked to or perhaps not interested in talking at all. He noticed that this has been the strangest sort he has seen so far, ranging from merfolk, to faerie folk, to demon folk, to vampires and ghouls, to strangely shiny looking kids he's probably ever laid eyes on. Nicholas just sat there, befuddled, wondering how he'll cope to all of these for the rest of the year.