I wasn't active, so a good solid four hours and I'm wake. It's still dark out, and Grim's talking in his sleep again. I'm clearly adapting to the activity level here if I'm only getting four or six hours of sleep. That's probably a good sign—I've always slept little, unless I'm exhausted. It drove my parents insane when I was little, too. But I figured out how to entertain myself at a pretty young age, and quietly. It's probably why I can be so studious here, even with distractions left and right.

Well, I can either sit here and listen to Grim forever, or I can do anything else. So I choose… a walk.

It's a nice temperature here, maybe a little nippy at night but that's why I pull one of the big old uniform coats over my pajamas as I take off to go outside. I could clean, but the lights turning on and off would attract the ghosts and I'm not entirely in the mood for tricks and japes. No, maybe…

A little tune is on my lips, I'm humming a song. I do miss singing. I haven't really felt like it since I've arrived at Night Raven College. Maybe, more-so…

The dorm is pretty at night. Sure,. Some of the windows, well, most of them are boarded up. And there's more lights on than I left. I need to talk to the ghosts about that. It is a beautiful, strange structure. A lot larger than I first thought—and it's taking a lot of effort to clean it up.

As I walk around, I can't help a few of the tunes I'm singing softly to myself. It's just… it just feels nice, and it doesn't matter how girly I sound, or how high are the notes when there's no one around to hear it!

Not that I think anyone would know what I'm singing. The music, I know it's not the same. Cater's had a few things play and it just makes this world feel even more foreign than it already is—it's so strange. I could probably make a mint, but… I'm going to survive as a student first before I set my aspirations on stardom or something ridiculous like that.

I've made it to past the gate, gazing at the dorm a few moments more. "I wonder… will I ever get back home?" Looking at the dorm; it's starting to feel more than a hotel I'm at for a weekend. My time with everyone, with Grim—it's real now. None of this feels like a dream. I wonder if that's scary or not. But I know I'm still not used to this world, or to magic.

"Hm? Is someone there?" I hear a deep voice behind me, and whip around—startled! I—why is someone here?! Why—um?! UM?

It's the horns on his head that attracts my gaze first. They're long, curved, I'm not—sure, but it's like they're almost glowing with a strange power at the top, or it's the dim light they're reflected in. Honestly, the lighting makes this strange one glow a little? He's pale—and he's got… tipped ears, too. Like Lilia. They're also pale too—and-and I recognize the bright, almost toxic, fiery green of the uniform. Ah! Diasomnia. But why is a student still in their uniform wandering around this late? I'm in pajamas and an over-sized blazer. Uh. I am woefully under-dressed.

He has such a… strange expression as he looks at me. And this is, by far, probably the tallest person I've seen at campus—with the horns. His long, black hair is layered, but eventually goes past his shoulders. It's definitely one of the most uneven cuts I've seen so far.

Why are so many people so tall here?

"And you're not from this dorm… So…" I start. Because. Why is someone here in the middle of the night just walking around when they don't live here. I live here. Of course this is where I walk around.

"What a surprise. A human." His eyes are wide, shocked—I—what? Why would he be shocked? There's a LOT of humans here. Did he not think I was human at first? My brows knit, head tipping a little to the side.

Then, his shock wears off, arms crossing.

I haven't seen horns before, not on any students… so maybe I'm staring him over a little bit. Who else takes weird walks at like midnight or later? Is he—no, he's not a ghost.

I open my mouth to speak, but he continues.

He's got an arm out, his hand… palm open. It's a little weird. "Is this where you live? This dorm was abandoned long ago…" His head tilts down as he regards me carefully. "I enjoy this place, somewhere I could spend my time—vacant, quiet." Okay, yeah, we've got another under-socialized weirdo. And he's not letting me speak as I open my mouth again to reply. Why is he pouting at me?! What IS this?

Finally pouty face shuts up! "I'm No Wei, Ramshackle's new Housewarden…" I introduce myself politely, despite his unpleasant expression. Hey, I wasn't supposed to be in Twisted Wonderland in the first place.

"Oh? What a strange, unusual name." I know, it's not my real one Mr. Mystery. And how he draws his hand in, cupping his chin as he seems to mull all of this information. "...I am… No, I—let me stop that there. It is better if you do not know my name." He turns to me with the strangest smile. Like he's teasing? Again, he's got his hand held out. How odd. Is something wrong with his arm?

"What?" I had to question, that's just weird. This is so dramatic? Why is this so dramatic. Why are so many people here so dramatic? Like Crowley. Maybe it's a pointed-ear thing? Lilia Vanrogue didn't seem dramatic, but more like a trickster...

"Well, once you know my name, you may feel the harsh chill of fear. But… feel free to call me as you like." That's quite the smirk that comes over his face. I see the fangs he's got in his mouth properly. "Even if you may regret that decision in time." Wow. Vampire or something, right? But my God that drama.

What a weirdo.

I stare at him blankly a moment.

Then, he returns to his ipondering pose./i "However… now that there are people residing in this dorm, it is no longer abandoned. How disappointing." What even if he on about. But how he frowns and closes his eyes in sorrow is… sad.

Ah. He is upset about this.

I'm upset too but you don't see me lamenting to strangers about it.

He's really a weirdo. I mean, that goes with it—we have Leona, Riddle, and now this guy that needs a lesson in how to interact with others. I'm not entirely surprised. Well, Leona needs classes in how not to be an asshole.

He… needs friends. "I must search for other places for my nightly walks; I shall be off, then."

What. Just. iWhat/i?

"You can come around when you like, it's just two of us." I reply so bluntly. "You're welcome back any time."

And with that he's gone. Wow.

"Well, there's another un-socialized weirdo of Night Raven College… I need a nap after that." I sigh.

I take off back to the dorm; I'm so tired after that mess.

I need a nap. I'll think of Mr. Mystery's nickname, or several nicknames, in the morning.

Maybe I'll see him around school soon.

Honestly, who even knows what nonsense tomorrow brings?