upside down and inside out [FIN]

<div align=center>William frowned, from the outside the school looked daunting, from the inside it looked even worse. He'd frozen up and his already pale complexion had turned snowy white. His dark eyes darted to the exit, though there was not much point in running away, the island was in the middle of nowhere. Bill didn't think he'd get very far, anyhow, he had barely found his way from the gate to the entrance. He bent down and picked up his luggage again, the foil hat atop his head slipping a short way, he pushed it back up again along with his glasses, which had fallen down his nose.

He remained there for a while longer, weighing out his options, he wasn't sure what to do from this point on, he'd not been given much guidance, and he looked around desperately for someone that might be able to help him, though not that he'd be able to say much to them, the thought of having to talk to someone made him feel like there was a brick in his stomach, that would be his last resort, he noted. Perhaps he'd be able to work it out himself.

The boy stood straight, gingerly making his way a little further into the school, he wondered if there was a map, this place was big and scary. He didn't even know where the bathrooms were. He scratched the back of his neck idly, a confused look crossing his effeminate features. One thought overtaking Bill's mind was the fact all he could think about was napping. His frown deepened, creasing his forehead a little, you don't even know where the dorms are, Bill.</div>

<div align=center>Poor William practically jumped out of his skin when Vieve's voice met his ears, sweat beaded on his brow all of a sudden, and he let out such a squeak that he knocked his glasses off again. "Running away?" He stammered, tensing up and turning to look at her, "I'm not running away I only just got here." He added quietly, dropping his eyes to his feet. He took a moment to pluck up the courage to speak again, weighing out his options in his head for a moment. If he didn't get help he'd never get anywhere. "Lost." He mumbled, frowning to himself, and blushing a little, "I'm uh, not really sure what to... What to do now."

Bill lifted his eyes again, studying the woman briefly, before dropping them again, feeling a little rude. She was pretty, he supposed, though he had no idea whether she was a student or otherwise, the way she behaved suggested student, but she looked a little older than that. Another thought creeping at the back of his mind made him even more nervous, and that was the fact that he knew the people here had powers, and many far more powerful than his own, the thought that a large fraction of both students and perhaps teachers here could kill him made him feel more than a little bit frightened.</div>

<div align=center>The boy sensed a joke and laughed nervously, something told him she meant him no harm, and he let his shoulders relax a little, he shook his head in reply to her question, he hadn't eaten but he wasn't particularly hungry. It took him a moment or two to decide what he actually was doing, "the dorms," he finally said, a slightly triumphant tone in his voice, though he wasn't sure where they were. He wanted to put his things away, his case was heavy and he was tired. "Could you possibly.. Direct me towards them?" He asked, his thoughts slightly clouded with thoughts of naps, he hoped the beds were comfortable.

Though in all honesty, William wondered what she had meant by sharp teeth, he supposed he should get used to things like this, he'd been surprised to find out this place even existed, and he didn't know half the strange things that could go on here yet. "You don't... You don't suppose there's a map anywhere do you?" He asked quietly, "to help me find my way?" He felt stupid asking that, Bill felt like a child again, of course, this place was nothing like his elementary school.

ooc: no worries!!</div>

<div align=center>William's head turned to where she had pointed, before snapping back to look at her when he heard the words three-headed dog. He wasn't sure if he was curious or frightened, or perhaps a mix of the two. She was a teacher, he realized, he didn't think she really looked like one, but then again nothing was the norm here, he supposed. A small, shy smile crossed his face, he stepped forward, and held a hand out for Vieve to shake, he thought that was common courtesy, at least. "N-Nice to meet you, Miss Corbeau," he greeted softly, "my name is William." Though he wasn't often addressed as William, most of his close friends at home knew him by 'Bill.'

He wondered what powers class she taught, or what went on during a powers class, the term sounded a little daunting to him of current, powers. It seemed a strange word, William had never thought what he had was powers, he'd just always thought there had been something wrong with him, his parents had deemed him Schizophrenic, of course that was far from what he really was. He laughed at her mention of Harry Potter, it had been one of his favourite books when he was younger, and still was in one way or another, though he'd finished the series a while ago.

"Oh!" He blinked, and tipped his head to one side when she offered to help him, he nodded a little, "yes please, ma'am, if... If you don't mind." He stuttered, handing her one of his cases, he had an awful lot of things packed into them, and his shoulder was aching from having to carry it around. "Thank you," his smile returned a moment later, though there was still an element of nervousness in it.</div>

<div align=center>William paused for a few moments, he wasn't really all that fussy with nicknames, his old friends had called him Bill, but that didn't stop anyone else calling him anything new, in fact, he liked change from time to time, he nodded a little, apologizing softly for addressing her the wrong way, he wasn't used to teachers being so informal. "I don't really mind, if I'm honest." He smiled softly. He glanced up around himself, the school was old, but it had a nice feeling to it, there was a musty sort of smell about the place, it reminded him of old books. "Call me what you like."

"I'm from Illinois." Bill replied absently, he'd never really stepped outside of Illinois, but he'd have liked to, this was a completely new experience for him, it was strange being away from home, he wondered how long it would take before the homesickness took to kick in, not very long he suspected. "Barrington, really, but no one knows where that is." He laughed, it had been a nice place, small, but he'd liked it. Bill had lied to his friends and family about where he was going, since his parents thought he was a mental case, and his friends didn't even know about his 'gift.' His family had been strangely cold to him once they thought there was something wrong with him, the thought made him frown, he was bored of stigma.</div>