[@Silent Observer]

The day was very pleasant to both his sense of touch and smell. He liked spring. Spring represented a fresh beginning and it held true. It was symbolic for him since it had been a new start since his years in that so called [i]guild.[/i] His time at school, minus the ball had been going well. In that time he also decided to run for the student government and managed to place himself at the title of president after his promise of restitution for that night. A second [i]uninterrupted[/i] ball that he would personally oversee with the collaboration of Mrs. Langley. This helped boost his popularity as well as his reputation but at the same time it came with mixed reviews. Some liked the mystic vibe he gave off and others his sharp and quick wit as well as his somewhat abrasive attitude towards certain staff pending on the topic. Mostly his verbal battles with Mr. Ghardelli were something to behold. Others, however, had a strong distaste for his pompous and arrogant attitude and his almost otherworldly ego. But as he learned from humans a few years ago [i]'Haters gonna hate'.[/i] But what still brought a frown to his face was the face of someone he started to doubt his feelings for. He remembered his time back at the lake. It had started out great after what he assumed was Morgan's understanding and from there it was simple. He showed off the bit of magic he knew and then asked for Kiara's hand for a dance since theirs was rudely interrupted by a unneeded entity that was his malevolent brother. He would dance with her, humming a sweet melody that both beautiful and soothing to the ears. It eventually ended in the two locking in a romantic kiss that eventually turned into a feverishly seductive make out display. It wasn't until He saw Morgan approach did he put two and two together and quickly removed himself from here. His eyes glowing in annoyance. [color=9e0b0f]"I promised you a good night...NOT a happy ending. I'm sorry but this is where I take my leave...Good night..."[/color] He never bothered to look back at her but his answer to her reaction was nothing short of Schrodinger's cat. 

He shook his head of the memories from that night and instead just made his way to the-

He sniffed the air, a new scent had entered into his nostrils and looked to the left of him to see a rather large wolf more or less in pursuit of a smaller wolf. He cocked his eyebrow up and shook his head until another sent was carried to him by the breeze. [color=9e0b0f]"Another huma- no...Gifted? Hmm..yes."[/color] He looked over in the direction of the smell and decided to follow it. Must be another new student or one of the ones that welcomed them to the school. He snorted out a plume of smoke before trekking his way to the scents.

[@EurmalEye]
It took him a bit to get over there but he eventually managed it. There he spotted a young man leaning against a tree, picking brush and other things out of his hair. He approached him quietly but never hiding his presence. A fox-like smile on his face. [color=9e0b0f]"You seem to be enjoying your spring break off I see, Gifted. What brings you out here?"[/color] His emphasis on gifted was not meant to be taken as a way to classify his superiority over him but more of just an informative tick of his. Niall, Kiara, and many of the others were given the same treatment. His eyes seemed to pierce through his body with the gaze he gave him.