Connor was nervous; it was his first day at Stonewood. After his little “incident” his family thought it was best to send him here. Connor had been assigned a room in the Were-Persons Dormitory. All around him he passed by so many werewolves. Of course, the most common and well known were folk. They made up around 60% of the were population.
Connor felt out of place. He was not born a were person, but gained his “curse” later in life, mostly due to an accidental encounter with a witch. However his other form wasn’t a wolf, in fact he was frankly embarrassed with his nightly form. This was why he requested a room alone, however all dorms had to have 2 roommates, though strangely he was told he would have 3 people, including himself in his room. Connor wasn’t worry about space, in his were form he didn’t take up any room, he just was embarrassed with his form and didn’t want everyone to see what he had to involuntarily transform into every night.
Connor looked at his papers and for his assigned room. “Okay room 104, here is it.”