Amtyo walked down the hallway, looking for his room. 242, 243, 244... Here, 245! He opened the door to his room, hoping that it would be a nice one. Oh, this is great! Amtyo jogged in and sat on the bed, thinking. I wonder if I should go make some friends? People should be nice here... He walked out of the door.

Zin walked into the door as it opened, and gave an unhappy yelp, rubbing her nose in pain. "Oh...gods..." She stepped around the door, glaring at the figure that had opened it. "Be careful! Gods!"

Wynde smiled slightly in amusement. If a newcomer had been clumsy enough to hit Zin with a door... "Be careful, Zin!" he called good-naturedly from a little ways off. "You'll have more than a swollen nose if you keep up that kind of language!" Wynde walked over to try and steer his friend's wrath from the newcomer.

The elf turned on her heel, eyes narrowed and a look of annoyance on her face. "Really? And I expect that's meant to scare me?" Her ears twitched as she glared at the other with a look of distinct annoyance.

"Not in the least good mistress, as the threat isn't from me." Wynde put on a show of feigned innocence. "No worries," he was back to himself by now. "I just don't think it would be a good impression to bust in a new kid's head. I mean…" Wynde leaned over toward the boy. "Does that look swollen to you?" He asked quickly, motioning to Zin’s nose.

Zin's fingers twitched, then she gave the taller, white-haired boy a vicious glare, snarling under her breath. "You are just asking me to ram a bloody fireball down your throat, I hope you know that."

The look on her face hinted that she meant this threat, and would be happy to go through with it.

Wynde chuckled to himself, then turned his back, waving her away. "Come on new boy. You might need protection for a couple of days." Wynde glaced back at Zin, then added, "Maybe longer."