As if broken out of a deep slumber, the boy blinked and bolted upright. His gold colored eyes flashed in Lance's direction before he calmed down. "Synn di Morte, International transfer. You aren't the Headmaster by chance, are you?" Receiving only a confused stare from the other boy in response to his question. "I suppose not. You see, my bloody flight was delayed due to the snow and when I arrived... Well, I'm afraid, you see, that the administration hall was already locked up." he continued speaking at a casual rate, his eye half closed as if this were some speech he had memorized and dictated many times before. "So I figured I might as well wait 'til morning, seeing as I have no place to go. I must have spaced while I was looking at the stars..."