Cabadath stood out in the rain. He was outside of the academy gates just staring at it with no eyes. Rain dripped off of the top of his head he pondered, were the Outcasts really wanted here? Everyone who wasn't one was part of the 'beautiful' people and they were just the monsters that hid under your bed at night. He looked down at his soaking wet clothes before attempting to push the gates open. Locked, how predictable. The tall stave with the four pointed ends quickly morphed itself into a stave with one pointed edge. It was easily taller than him standing at 10 ft tall the weapon, or tool as he called it would have been heavy enough to break a normal mans back. But Cabadath was no normal man. He eased the stave through the holes in the gate before picking the lock with the scythed end and letting the lock drop to the floor. He pulled his tool out and pushed the gate open as his tool returned to its normal state. He quickly made his way to the dorms before finding his room. On the way he had scared a vampire with his 'dashing good looks' as he called it. He was rather frightening especially on a rainy night.