Yusuf looked up at the gigantic brick building and made his way through the crowd of students that streamed onto the campus of St Andrews University. He followed them, a plan in his hand with his room number and directions.

"Watch it, will you?" Suddenly making contact with a very compact body, Yusuf stumbled back. A taller man with broad build glared down at him.

"Sorry." He gave Yusuf an all over and was quickly joined by a young woman with reddish brown hair.

"What is it Ezio?"

"Guy stumbled into me." The girl smiled and put out her hand.

"Are you new here?"

"Yes." Yusuf managed to say, shaking her hand.

"I'm Sofia, this grumpy guy here is Ezio." Ezio turned to her with a pout.

"I'm not grumpy."

"Oh yes you are!" Yusuf just watched their exchange with big eyes, noticing how sometimes foreign words slipped into their conversation. Suddenly seeming to remember his presence the two turned back to him. "And who're you?"

"Yusuf Tazim."

"That's a strange name." Ezio remarked bluntly and Yusuf turned to glare at him.

"Ezio's not an everyday name either."

"Hey, it is a very respectable Italian name!"

"Boys, boys, lets not fight again, shall we? It was nice meeting you, I'm sure we'll see you around again. Come on Ezio, let's look for Claudia."

"Right." And off they were again, leaving Yusuf behind just as disoriented as before. Oh well, his room couldn't be that far off.

He was right about the distance but it nevertheless took Yusuf another thirty minutes to find the place he was supposed to stay at. His shoulder ached from carrying his bad around and his head was hurting from all the loud and excited voice. Adding to that he was hungry and tired and not in the best mood.

When Yusuf finally reached the hallway that lead down to his room he slowed down, seeing two tall and broadly built men standing in front of the door. They only regarded him with a short glance, before returning to staring out the window.

"Ah sorry, could I get through?"

"Who're you?" The man who spoke had a heavy accent that reminded Yusuf much of his own.

"Yusuf Tazim, I'm supposed to stay here." As proof he lifted the sheet with his rooming information and they stepped aside, letting him in. Inside the room he found that one bed, the one next to a window with the nicer view, was already occupied by a young man reading. He didn't seem to notice Yusuf's entrance, or at least he decided to ignore it. When Yusuf cleared his throat the man startled and looked up with big eyes.

"What is it?" His English was better than the other men's but he as well had an accent.

"I'm your roommate, or so it seems."

"Are you Turkish?"

"Yes, I'm from Istanbul. And so are you, judging by your accent." The man chuckled and nodded, put his book aside and put out his hand.

"Suleiman, pleasure to meet you." Yusuf couldn't but smirk at the name and shook his hand while lowering his head.

"The pleasure is mine Shehzade. I am Yusuf." Suleiman blushed at the way Yusuf addressed him, making him outright grin. "Sorry, I just couldn't let that one pass. How long have you been here?"

"I arrived this morning."

"Have you had a chance to look around yet?"

"Yes, I've been trying to orientate myself all morning."

"I failed miserably when trying to find this room. You don't happen to know where the food is being served for dinner? I could use something between my teeth by now." Suleiman smiled for just a moment before returning to his serious expression and nodded, once more sitting down to continue reading.

"As soon as it is time for dinner I'll let you know and make sure you don't starve."

"Much appreciated, thank you."