Issac sat down at a table, his books in hand. He had a lot to go over since term starting. Some of his old things had been mailed to his new home, and from there some of the more prominent things had been sent by owl to his dorm room. He set a cardboard box onto the table, with a letter taped to the top. To Issac Morigann. He shook his head and opened the box, setting the letter aside on the table. He glanced into the box, greeted by a mass of random objects. At first glance he saw some books, bits of silverware, and an amulet of some sorts. He pulled out the books. Rivers of Norway, A Detailed Guide to the London Underground, History of Arizona. Most likely some of his mother's books, with his best guess. He looked over the silverware. It was old, and none of the pieces seemed to be from the same set. The spoons were bent, and the fork prongs all seemed unaligned. Additionally, all the knives seemed to be completely dull. He set them aside and looked at the amulet. It was a small, twisted shape made from what looked like aged copper. Whatever it was supposed to be had been lost to years of neglect. He rummaged around the box a bit more, seeing if anything else caught his eye. Thus far from what he could see, nothing in the box was actually his, just a lot of his mother's belongings crammed into a box with little to no care.
Issac hoped he may have been sent something of his own. When Oliver came to get him, Issac didn't really get a chance to pack. And for the first few years, he kinda forgot about his life before all that. But now, as he settled into his life of wizardry, memories from his past had begin to flood his mind. Then, as if on cue, he received a parcel from his aunt. Issac continued to dig.