Five seconds into this takeover landing and Aiden was already overwhelmed. I mean, forget the ride over, sitting through conversations happening all around him. Forget little chance to concentrate. They had been here for all of however long and his own school mates had already managed to leave him wishing he could find a quiet corner to crawl into for a year or more. He couldn't imagine the Brits were of any better impression.

Aiden stepped from the car, fully stretching his long legs. He remembered the buddy system Moxley prattled on about but only barely. Hard to pay too much attention when you were lost inside your own mind.

Because his Ilvermorny gang had already done such a good job of scaring the competition, Aiden thought it would be alright to hang back and watch. Less engagement. It was the perfect plan. And how was it already so dang cold??????

"Someone tell me we are heading for a warm fire." Introductions were certainly not his thing. He was no good at them, even worse when he was freezing his toes off.

He couldn't wait to get to the medieval castle with the 10th century get up since it probably had torches everywhere but no, he would pass on the selfies this go. Needed a mirror to fix his perfect hair back into perfection after such a long ride.