[ what a fucking day, and it's barely gotten started. when he's shown to his room--with roommates, he's never had roommates in his life--he just drops down onto the only unoccupied bed, flinging a heavily-scarred arm over his eyes with a heaved sigh.

his head hurts, he doesn't know what to make of this shit, and he can only imagine how pissed off the one that sleeps beneath the roots is if it's noticed he's missing. ]

Do we know anything about how to get home? [ he asks the room at large, hoping one of the other people in the space has some idea. ]

[ well, fuck it. if he's trapped here for the time being, he may as well try to brush up on whatever magic's available in this place. it's not like he gets this opportunity at home-- as far as he knows, his family and its library are sort of unique in the world. and even if they aren't, it's not like there's a convention for people like the hargraves to meet others like them.

so naturally he visits the library.

unfortunately, it seems to be mostly local history and the like, which is useless to wylie, but.. is that..? ]

Hey. [ he pushes his glasses up his nose, glancing toward the person he'd greeted. ] .. Can you get that book-- [ he points to one on the top shelf. ] --down for me? [ wylie's small and he's made his peace with it. ]

[ idk encounter him in the dining hall poking suspiciously at a plate of food, or out in town trying to figure out how to obtain some more reasonable clothing, or poking his nose into corners in the castle he probably shouldn't be in. info about wylie is located here. ]