After the incident at the Maul, his parents had been very interested in the state of this particular school, and after some discussion, an enrollment form was sent in a pristine envelope while other private establiments were set aside. In no time at all, (because really, who would reject him?), TG was standing before the demon dorms and watching as the last of the moving crew unloaded the black, tinted-glass car and set up his room. All the while, TG texted his parents about the state of things and that he had arrived at this date - in order to grade the performance of the help.

The movers, as somber and submissive to take on any demand or a tweak of angling a piece of furniture, finished later that day, and the imp was soon hopping down the steps (really, could this place not afford an elevator?), and out on the front lawn to see that while the hired help was gone, 2 pieces of luggage were left by the door. Unmoved. Unpacked.

Narrowing his eyes on the luggage, he looked about before taking a picture and sending it to his fathers. Someone would not be paid in full for this.

While that helped his mood to some degree, it still didn't solve the problem of moving his things up to his room. Not only was he not capable, but it was far below him to be lugging up his own things anywhere.

Waiting by the door, he looked through the school directory to find out who he could call to lug his own things. What was the dean's number again?