You answer "I think I'm good for now Miss Lingus, I'm just eager to get settled in." Eager, that's an understatement, a hall full of some of the hottest girls you've seen anywhere, and you are one of the rare guys invited to partake. Life has never looked better, and neither have the asses.

Your trip to the school office is uneventful, when you arrive the Secretary looks at you almost pityingly, "Back already? Don't take it too hard, they're particular about who they let in. Especially with the guys. At least they're kind enough to send you back with a no, rather than what some of the other houses do to those who don't fit their standards." She goes quite for a bit as her eyes look first at your somewhat confused, but clearly happy expression, and the papers in your hands. She starts blushing.

You take the opportunity to take initiative of the conversation. "Yup I made it in, I just needed to file the paperwork, and I'll be moving in."

She seems genuinely excited to hear that "That's great, you must really be something special to get in there." She excitedly takes the papers, and glances over them to make sure they are in order, then says "I'm sorry I assumed that you did not make it in, I just see so many rejects that I guess I made the wrong assumption. I guess that's why they say not to assume, because 'it makes an ass out of you and me.' . . . Anyway, good luck with your new house." The buxom secretary seems a little more flustered and excited that what makes sense for a student to make it into a house, no matter how hard it is to get into. You also can't help but notice that her gaze of vision as she is speaking tends to hover around your waistline more than your face.

There seems to be an unspoken suggestion in her body language, still you are expected back at Upsilon Delta Tau with your stuff soon for your room assignment.