Søren Jørgensen
Søren scowled as he opened the door to his mostly undecorated dorm room, notice from the Admissions Office clenched in his hand. Hi Søren! Blah, blah, blah. Something about education at the Academy only being free if he spent at least three days of every week in on campus residence. For his particular age group, anyways. Apparently once he hit sixteen, then nobody gave a crap anymore about where he lived. In the attic, in the forest, in a cardboard box. Nope, didn't matter then. Good Lord.
With him were two large pieces of wheeled luggage, a probably overstuffed dufflebag on his back, and his shoulder bag. The weight of all of it almost made him tip over but there was no way he was going to go and ask some random person for help. Besides, it's not that bad, Søren thought to himself, wheezing a little as he dragged himself over to the window side bed. Neither part of the room seemed to have been claimed yet by his mysterious and still completely unmet roommate. Not that he particularly minded that. I can take care of myself.
Dumping his dufflebag on top of the mattress, Søren sighed in relief and went to claim the nearest desk. His first real course of action was to take out all of his electronics -laptop, second laptop, tablet, second tablet, many cellphones but not his wand- and plug them in to charge.
He worried a little about his roommate being overly curious but comforted himself with the fact that there were some of the best protection locks on all of it. Electric shocks for putting in the wrong passwords at the wrong times helped keep people out rather effectively. And if that wasn't enough, well. It was kind of hard to see what was on a computer if the hard drives were all removed.
Satisfied that he had taken appropriate measures, Søren began to unpack.
Søren scowled as he opened the door to his mostly undecorated dorm room, notice from the Admissions Office clenched in his hand. Hi Søren! Blah, blah, blah. Something about education at the Academy only being free if he spent at least three days of every week in on campus residence. For his particular age group, anyways. Apparently once he hit sixteen, then nobody gave a crap anymore about where he lived. In the attic, in the forest, in a cardboard box. Nope, didn't matter then. Good Lord.
With him were two large pieces of wheeled luggage, a probably overstuffed dufflebag on his back, and his shoulder bag. The weight of all of it almost made him tip over but there was no way he was going to go and ask some random person for help. Besides, it's not that bad, Søren thought to himself, wheezing a little as he dragged himself over to the window side bed. Neither part of the room seemed to have been claimed yet by his mysterious and still completely unmet roommate. Not that he particularly minded that. I can take care of myself.
Dumping his dufflebag on top of the mattress, Søren sighed in relief and went to claim the nearest desk. His first real course of action was to take out all of his electronics -laptop, second laptop, tablet, second tablet, many cellphones but not his wand- and plug them in to charge.
He worried a little about his roommate being overly curious but comforted himself with the fact that there were some of the best protection locks on all of it. Electric shocks for putting in the wrong passwords at the wrong times helped keep people out rather effectively. And if that wasn't enough, well. It was kind of hard to see what was on a computer if the hard drives were all removed.
Satisfied that he had taken appropriate measures, Søren began to unpack.