Edric arrived at the Hanemaboroshi gates at approximately 6:05am. Being a rather wealthy, emancipated young man, he arrived in a black, stretch limousine, with a small ‘U-Haul’ removalist truck in tow. The driver, dressed in a black suit with a strange black hat on, stepped out casually and opened the back door on the right side of the vehicle.
“Hanemaboroshi High School, master Edric.” The man said routinely as he stood next to the open door.
“Thankyou kindly, Alfred.” He said as he stepped meekly out of the car, filled with anxiousness and un-certainty.

Edric walked, terrified, towards the truck that had pulled to a stop behind the limo and explained to the men inside that they would have to carry the contents of it through the gates and up to his new room.

“Why couldn’t this have been done a day before.. It’s just a blatant hassle now, having to do this on the very day that I’m expected to attend classes..” He sighed sadly, as he walked behind the large men carrying his Victorian revivalist armoire/dresser valued at ¥432,619, as he dragged his large suitcase behind him. Thank goodness for wheels.

He walked through the two front doors of the school to the foyer, where he was greeted by representatives of the school council and directed towards his dorm, as well as issued with a key. The words ‘Tsubaki Dorm’ are the only words that stuck in his head. He followed their directions and was at the doors within seconds. He stepped infront of the removalists and opened the door with the key issued to him by the council, and stepped in. There, behind the doors, was a long hallway, with several other doors on either side. He walked along the hall and eventually found his name on one of the doors. ‘Edric Alden Hoppe’.

He opened the door anxiously, to find a relatively empty room that was his to make his own, at least until he got a roommate. Just what he wanted.

He dictated, in the most polite way imaginable, to the men, exactly where to place his furniture, which was really, only his dresser and mirror, a desk and chair, a couch and a rug. All in Victorian revivalist style, of course. They were all relatively small, so they took up his fair share of the room. He unpacked his clothes into the dresser, hung a few pictures and placed a few trinkets, and finally, set his clock. 8:00am. There was one hour until his first day at this strange new place would really begin.
He saw on the back of the door, hanging on a hook, his uniform, which was bought prior to coming. He had chosen the shorts and socks, over the pants. He slipped on the whole uniform, shirt, blazer, shorts and socks. Then, rather than the traditional choice of enclosed leather shoes, he took his knee high, black leather boots out of his dresser and wore them, instead.

“One mustn’t become a sheep now, mustn’t one?” he said to himself with a satisfied smirk on his face.

The school handbook had so many delicious loop-holes Edric could hardly believe his eyes. But, for now, he was ready for his first day at Hanemaboroshi High School.