HP: Is It Wrong To Be A Sociopath In Magic World?

I've been almost stabbed enough times to know knife scars, and I've been stabbed enough times to know that it bloody hurts, so I should make a note to make sure to avoid anyone having a grudge against me. 

This body is weak as hell, very little muscles mass, not to mention the lack of body mass, so even if I know how to fight, talking my way out of it would be the most optimal solution to any problem I come across until I find whatever niche this world has to exploit.

Because I highly doubt that I would drop myself into a story about nothing special, that would be boring to write about, though I don't think I would mind all that much to be honest. 

I get the feeling that this world isn't going to be as nice and friendly as the last world the author version of me sent the other Alex. 

Damn that's going to be hard to keep track of isn't it. This is all way to meta to begin with to be honest.

Well, I got all the information that I needed from this, I can already tell from just walking, that I'm still a guy and that's all I would need to remove my pants to make use of but I didn't see the need in doing so. 

With that, I recollected my shirt and sat down on the bed, mostly out of a need to take a moment and get all this information properly processed before I end up pissed at myself for dumping me into this situation.

It truly wouldn't do anything to get annoyed, I mean it didn't help the last me so what would it do for me this time. 

No it's better to just decide to accept this and on to whatever stupid adventure is about to get set out before me. 

My thoughts were interrupted as a knock echoed off of the kind of shitty looking wooden door that was at the front of my room.

Wait a moment, I ignored the knock for half a second to think about what I just thought about, I can curse in this world, that's a nice bonus I guess. 

Considering that I was fully expecting to not be able to do so on account that I didn't let the last me be able to curse, I wonder why that's not the case in this world, whatever is not really important is it. 

So with that I stood up and walked over towards the closed door and opened it up, and then looked up, which is weird to have to do, at the two women in front of me.

One was clearly a matron and the other looked slightly out of place in the clothes she was wearing, shifting every couple of seconds trying to adjust it, like she was used to something else, interesting, I wonder what this is about. 

So with that I held back hard from raising an eyebrow as doing so to a duo of adults probably wouldn't get the result I would want it to. 

So instead I forced my voice into a pleasant, curious tone and asked.

"Yes? " I also stuttered out the rest as I realized that what came from my mouth wasn't an American accent, no it was bloody British. 

What the hell, why am I English in this world of yours? 

Still I managed to force my face's expression to not change an inch and just continued on like nothing happened.

"What can I do for you?" I ignored the look that the matron was giving me, it seems that I wasn't the most polite before I came around to being in control of this body. 

I also noted that the other woman with the matron was giving her a side glance, it would seem that the woman had been under the impression that I would be a problem child. 

I now know that the matron isn't a fan of mine, I wonder what I did to annoy her, thoughts to deal with later.

"Well if you would excuse me, Miss Applate, but I need to have a conversation with Mister Grey about what I discussed with you earlier," Talk about earlier? 

I wonder what this is about, but I do have a feeling that I'm about to be dropped face first into the plot of this world, which is nice, I hate having to deal with guesswork about everything so it's nice to have everything, at least the basics, explained so I can start thinking about what I should be expecting.

"Of course, I'll leave you to it" She didn't seem to want to leave, which I wasn't sure about but after a moment she turned around and walked out of the room without any fuss. 

With that the out of place woman walked into the room as I stepped away from the door to give her room, before turning around and shutting the door. 

I blinked at that as I wondered if she was about to try and kill me, it was just a thought but it most certainly spiked my overactive mind and paranoia.

"Well then, I believe the best way to do this is for you to read this letter, it will explain the basics and if you have any questions, I would be happy to answer them." 

She still hasn't introduced herself and that was putting me on edge, just a little bit, I didn't really have a reason for it, I'm not even all that good when it comes to names, good memory or not I never seem to remember them all that well.

But my thoughts were derailed as she pulled out a letter that looked like it was made half a century ago and aged to the point that when I grabbed it, I could feel it crinkle under my touch. 

But that led me to the realization that this wasn't paper, it was parchment, I've held both so I know the difference.