Just as there are five stages of grief, there are four stages of being lost: confusion, wandering, curling up in a ball and crying, and discovery. I was currently at stage three, sulking in a dark corner in the cafeteria. Without the aid of a map, which I had so stupidly deleted, I was completely lost in the laberinth of a school that was Beacon Academy. After the third hour of wandering, I had given up and decided to wait for my team to appear in the cafeteria for breakfast with the rest of the student populace. In the meantime, I made it my mission to learn every in-and-out there was to know about scrolls, as my current situation had so adequately proven that I was inept at... I just lost my train of thought. Basically, I want to not delete messages on accident anymore.
Having found what was essentially the internet function of the scrolls, I researched a concise history of known Remnant until the first students started appearing in the cafeteria, mostly appearing in groups of four or eight. I put my scroll away as people I recognized as being first years started appearing, most notably that team CRDL bunch. They stunk of old blood, so I decided to be wary.
"Pancakes!" I heard a familiar voice call from the cafeteria entrance. I stood up, startling a few people at a nearby table, and started walking towards my new team. The Valkyrie noticed me first.
"Oh, hello Fearless-leader!" She called out, drawing the attention of Ren and Pyrrha to me. Ren gave me a look of concern and nodded in my direction. Pyrrha backed up half a step and repeatedly murmured "Not real, not real, not real," under her breath, a significantly more mild reaction than yesterday. I guess a night's sleep helped her a lot.
"Where were you last night? You never appeared at the dorm" Ren, the most logical person of my three teammates asked.
"I... got lost."
"How could you have gotten lost? A map of the school and directions to each of our dorm rooms were sent to each of our scrolls," the stoic Ren inquired.
I winced. "I deleted it on accident."
Ren shook his head in exasperation, but the slight curves of the edges of his mouth indicated he found a small degree of humor at my predicament.
"Let me have your contact information, I will send you a copy."
We exchanged contact information, and this time I did NOT delete the message that Ren sent me. Throughout this exchange, Nora and Pyrrha were standing off to the side, watching me. Nora looked happy, but her eyes were slightly squinted at me, as if still sizing me up. Pyrrha was clearly attempting to look normal, but her face betrayed unease, and I could smell trace amounts of fear in her sweat.

Author note: Sorry for OOC characters, I have not yet mastered characterization. I will work on this, and thank you for reading!