After ten minutes, Leo finally moved from his bed. Grabbing his nearest piece of luggage, he set about the task of unpacking and setting up the room. He didn't have much so he doubted it would take long. Everything he once had, boiled down to a couple bags filled mostly with clothes. An extra pair of shoes, his photo albums, and a shoe box full of personal things easy to carry--his belongings didn't amount to much.

The entire time he unpacked, he expected some other boy to walk in. The room sported two beds, but so far, he saw no sign of another occupant. Would they perhaps arrive late? Or was he stuck alone. Leo couldn't decide if he preferred that option or not. It would be lonely, but in many ways, he craved this aloneness. Though he learned English growing up, he felt no matter what, he would stick out as a foreigner. He sounded too French, somehow looked French. Funny that he never thought of himself as half-English before, but now that truth dawned on him.

Flopping down on his bed once more, he opened his shoe box and picked through the objects in it until time for dinner. The meal times were set and not an overly long window so the second it turned seven, he pushed his door open and trudged down with the other students all wandering in the general direction of the mess hall.

The hall itself could house a large amount of boys and long tables went length wise across the wall. A line formed toward the front and Leo filled in with the other students, a little curious and wary of this system. He did his primary school back home, but nothing of this sort. After the required years, he chose to study ancient writings with a local scholar rather than something practical and more fiscal. As he finally came to the front of the line, he realized the meal consisted of three choices all of which looked utterly foreign and unpleasant to him. Leo ordered the first without really expecting much. He took the meal back to a table and sat alone, picking at the stew-ish thing that just tasted like hot to him.