Here's a desperate looking weirdo with buzzcut red hair and no backpack and bulging raincoat pockets, staring grimly down at a spellbook in German.

Yeah, he'll chance it.

"Hey — you haven't hit the supply rooms yet, right? Wanna come with?"

Near her there's someone who is Definitely chill and not anxious and not repressing all of his feelings but like, in kind of a doth-protest-too-much sort of way. "I haven't, if there's room for me." 

Wil isn't much of a desperate weirdo himself but that's about who he wants to make friends with; he heads up to the group. "Hey, I'm Wil. Brighton. Want a fourth?"

"Huh? Oh, I guess we're doing this, yeah. Stuff is good. Safety in numbers."

This is way easier than he thought it'd be.

"Sure. More people we've got the better."

"I don't know many spells yet but I've got a basic zap and shield and something for ghosty things, I think. 'Malign spirits'. And I'll keep a lookout."

"I think most people don't really know many spells yet? --I'm Leander, incidentally, nice to meet you guys." 

"Z," he says, by way of introduction — "you guys think four's enough for this?"

Shrug. "We'll be fine, it's the first day."

He nods, satisfied.

"Cool. Who's got a sense of direction?"

"Me!" Wil puts his hand half up and grins. "Just going to the supply room, right?"

"Yep. Unless anybody's got other brilliant ideas."

"Just the supply room sounds good to me at least."

"Is there more than one? If y'all are just going to one I won't drag you to more, though."

"Well, there's some class-specific stuff in the workshop and the labs, but mostly it's just the one." Wil confidently takes the lead.

He will follow the guy who knows where he's going! And try to learn the path as much as he can. Not great to get lost in here.

Wil is suddenly very aware that he's in front, which means danger, and also they are very much heading down which isn't great even on the first day, but he's the one who knows where they're going and Chicago girl had said she was keeping lookout, so probably it's fine, right? Right.

Anyway, time for stairs. Lots of stairs.

She's definitely scanning the whole area anxiously, with particular attention to drains and ceiling vents, and now has a knife out.

He doesn't have a knife out but he is keeping his eyes on the corners of halls.

"...It wouldn't be surprising if we don't find anything," she says after they finish with the stairs and she carefully checks the backside of the stairwell, "Other students have been this way recently, probably."

"Here's hoping."

Once they reach the door, though, he still steps back for a few seconds after they open it, to survey.

After a few moments of also peering inside... Wendy chants her little shield-chant and steps through the doorway, mindful of anything ready to leap at or drop on her.

Nothing happens.

"Doorway's clear! But watch your step."

He ducks in as well, and heads off to gather notebooks and pens and whatever artificing material he can scrounge up, keeping an eye out for anything weird or valuable.

They're not early, but it looks like they're not too late, either. The shelves aren't bare by any means.

What she needs is a bag. This place is pretty big though and she's suspicious of the shelves, doesn't want to get too far from everyone else. She starts looking inside boxes (knife first) and under things.