[center][h3][color=#CC99CC][i]Nikolas Augustine[/i][/color][/h3][/center]
While he waited for Professor Andrew to give the welcoming speech, Nikolas fidgeted with the collar of his white button-down. He wore a purple tie that matched his eyes, despite clashing with the navy uniform, and tugged at that as well. This was his least favourite part about the the start of a new school year, and he was ready for it to be over with. Thankfully, Professor Andrews entered the auditorium and greeted the students gathered - old and new watching him with varying levels of interest - and he let the professor's words go in one ear and out the other. After two years of attending the Academy, he was more familiar with the speech than he liked, so he tried not to pay much attention to it. As a psychic himself, Nikolas had studied under Professor Andrew for the past two years. The man oozed sincerity and enjoyment, and the blonde shifted uncomfortably with the sensation. At the very least, Nikolas had managed to tune out the emotions of his fellow students by focusing on those of the professors, so it was a small victory.

[color=#CC99CC]"Fantastic,"[/color] he muttered under his breath when the students were dismissed to follow Professor Smoke around the campus. Nikolas already knew his way around, but he couldn't very well skip out on the tour. Sometimes there was new information, and the last thing he wanted was to be caught off-guard. Reaching discretely into his shirt sleeve to pet Medusa, he resigned himself to another tour of the school. He supposed it didn't hurt to have a refresher, though he'd really rather get away from the concentration of emotions that his peers were emitting.