Late, he was so fucking late. There wasn't really much else to say on the matter. Missing both homeroom-- and practically all of second period, was not a good way to start off the first day, was it? Despite it all though, he still took his good time walking down the long emptied hall. Posture poised and perfectly upright as he stared ahead, boots making and slightest 'thud' when meeting with the floor of the hall as he sauntered along. He preferred it this way, to be honest. Quiet, without the hustle and bustle of classroom rotation and such. Though, that practically may be happening any minute. Schedule in one hand, while his bag stay positioned in a sling across his chest, resting at the side of his hip, having been slung over his shoulder quite some time ago.
Upon reaching what he believed to be his class, he did a double take over the mental picture he had taken in his head of the classroom number. Eyes something similar of a dull, icy blue-like color glancing down to take note of the room number once more.
'Second period - Potions with Mr...Kerne, was it?' An odd name. Though, with a name like Ezekiel, he's not exactly in any set place to be judging, yes?
Confirming his suspicions, he neatly folded the paper into a convenient size and slipped into into his bag -- giving a quiet, almost tired sigh. With how light of a color palette this boy held, you could half except him to breathe a huff of cold. With how pale his skin was- along with the white hair. Though some liked to believe it was silver, maybe in the right kind of light. It all complimented one another nicely, maybe one could even go as far to say he was slightly pretty. For a boy, at least. Thinking on it though, it was interesting. To imagine that the smoke it would create would gracefully contort into something similar to a dragon as it flew higher and disappeared into the atmosphere. Sadly, he didn't breathe anything like that. He was of normal body temperatures and such. What a waste with such a cold exterior, a shame. But he himself may be able to make up for the lack of pretty shape filled figures escaping his lips.
Looking into the room, it seemed a bit more...on the crowded side? First period must be a popular time for the study of magic. Of course, most classrooms were fairly large-- he could assume the same for this one? It's not like he would be in it long, anyway. Using his knuckles, he gave a quiet knock at the door. Slowly opening it and inserting himself into the room about halfway.
"Excuse me, this is first period Potion study, correct?"
His voice came off quiet-- a type of gentleness to it, misleading at best. Though his gaze held indifference in it, even a bit of focus, which would be correct. His main goal, and want, at this current moment was to at least be checked off onto the attendance, since he was here, even if it was by the skin of his teeth. So, he stood there patiently, waiting for an answer. Gaze never once wavering from Mr. Kerne, despite the eyes of his fellow peers most likely burning through him. Or attempting.
