Sylvia, a chef that had her own catering business, whistled slightly as they passed doors in the hall. "So beautiful." She sighed. "The halls are so wide!" It took a bit to bring everything up the several flights of stairs, but they managed it, and when they reached the door---043, Angel let his parents set the largest things just outside the door so it wasn't all lugged in at once. He glanced in through the slightly-ajar room and found someone already there, or a couple someones, and raised a brow. Interesting. Everything on the left side seemed so expensive. And cold... But it wasn't his place to comment. He stepped in while Dash mentioned that they'd be going down to get other things, and Jen and Katy would be staying up there until they got back. He nodded, stepping in with the girls and smiling brightly at the young man that would be his dorm roommate. "Hey!" He greeted the pale-headed man cheerily, depositing his things on the bed that was, so far, bare beyond a mattress and generic white fitted sheet. Glancing around, he spied two doors on either side of the room. Did they have not only their own closets, but their own bathrooms as well? That was amazing... It all was! Even the two tall windows---one on one side of the room, and one on the other side.

Jen and Katy set their own little packages---bedclothes---on the foot of the bed and shyly wave at the two across the way. Angel could already tell he came from a very high class type of world, and liked a luxury everywhere he went. But if it was homely to him, who was he to go against it? He went back out, bringing in the deconstructed items and setting them against the bed until he could put it all together. Dash came in quickly, holding a few cases in the same shape---instruments. A guitar, a violin. A harp, because Angel had always felt it was a dying method of song and his mother adored her little angel playing for her in the evenings. He smiled at the thought as Sylvia entered with the chair, settling it where he asked. It looked perfect already. Almost like his room at home, almost as large on his side. How amazing... It seemed the word was running through his mind over and over again.

Dash looked across the room to the young man reading. "Oh, Angel, this your roomie?" His accent was strong, but he wasn't a fool. In fact, he was extremely intelligent and showed it in his mathematical abilities, which Angel had never picked up on. "How you doing?" He asked the two others. "Name's Dash. I guess you'll be knowin' Angel a good while, eh?" He laughed, brushing back his windswept hair. The end of August was still quite warm, and a large amount of wind was sweeping through the square in front of the school. Sylvia ducked out to get one more small box without telling the others.