Epel knew Night Raven College was presitigous an' all, but he didn't expect the students to be snobs.

It was probably the dorm he was stuck in, Pomefiore. Lookin' at all the others only made him jealous. That magic mirror had to be busted to sort him with these lot; all they cared about was fashion, brands, and their looks. Were any of them even here to get stronger?

He tried playing nice, he really did, but there was no talkin' to those folks. Half of what they said flew over his head, he couldn't keep up. In their eyes, it was because he was some frail kitten. Gross. He couldn't even eat in peace without being lectured on table manners.

Epel excused himself to his dorm before he did or said something he'd regret.

"Stupid fancy schmancy school with their flowery words and itchy clothes." He slammed his closet door shut after he unpacked all his clothes. "Think they're better, well they haven't seen what I can do." That's when he saw a student in the same uniform standing across the room.

Oh, right. We got roomies here. He fixed his face, trying not to look pissed off. "Hey.." He greeted quietly, hoping they didn't hear his ranting.

Epel was praying to the Seven that he was stuck with a normal one. But knowing his rotten luck, everyone in this dorm would have the crazies.