Atlas leaned against the wall hands in the pockets of his dark blue jeans as the teacher, Mr. Andrew, gave his speech to all of the new students. He couldn't help but to stare at the man whose presence demanded attention, something he tried to accomplish. Learning that the man on stage was to be his teacher set a fire in his cheeks.[i]Maybe I could talk  to him after class...[/i] Though the idea seemed tempting, he knew he'd never be able to muster up the courage to do it. 

When Mr. Smoke came to the stage he gave a small show before introducing himself, and leading us from the auditorium . The school was one filled with magic, for obvious reasons. The thought of discovering the identity of his roommate  sent his mind into overdrive. [i]Who are they? Does it matter? What if I don't like them? Fix the issue.[/i] This internal banter left him stranded in the hallway, surrounded by people he didn't know. [i]Help?[/i] [color=6ecff6]I got this.[/color] he mumbled aloud pushing his hair back from his dark set eyes.