<div align=center>"Records are placed on the second shelf to the right from your left hand side." William repeated absently, All you need to do is show your ID card in order to confirm you are indeed student on the Island, ask the librarian." He glanced up, meeting the girl's eye. It was strange for her to want information on all the students, he thought, but he couldn't help wondering what it said about him in there. Though he'd never really gotten into any major trouble, and his history wasn't all that exciting either. "He's in a bad mood today." He mumbled, yawning softly. He looked up to Micheal again.
That might have been my fault. He told him, smiling ever so slightly, I get cranky when I'm woken up mid-nap, too. He bristled a little, these two girls were being so openly rude and it bothered him. He looked up from the book he had open, and locked eyes with Savannah all of a sudden, that soft doe look vanishing and replacing it's self with an almost eerily icy one. William seldom showed any emotion anywhere near anger, but when he did, he administered it in such a calm way it was scary. "Perhaps if you didn't address me in such a way that made me seem below you, I'd want to talk to you." He returned, coolly, "you can wear a crown, but it doesn't make you a princess." He told her matter of factly. "Perhaps instead of talking about me behind my back, you can say it to my face." He stated, telepathy was a handy power.</div>