Bleary eyes reluctantly crack open, simply to be assaulted by the light of a fully risen sun.
"I set three alarms, there's no way." A pale faced, young man hurriedly sweeps back the unkempt, black hair partially obstructing his view and grabs his phone in disbelief.
"Aw crap," Magnus mutters to himself as he sees the time,
"why did this have to happen on my first day?" Springing out of bed, he dashes to the bathroom and after quickly brushing his teeth and splashing his face with water, he's back in his room and throwing on jeans and a shirt. Taking only a moment's pause for a his phone and a last minute application of body spray, Magnus is soon peddling down the street just as fast as his homemade bike could take him.
He skids to a stop twenty minutes later in front of the most amazing building he's ever seen. Although most people would simply notice the sheer beauty of the school, Magnus couldn't help but admire the subtle strength that had been incorporated into it. He could only assume that the sturdiness could only be a product of Tony Stark learning from the school's multiple experiences with destructive students and opposing forces alike. Magnus walks parks his bike in a stand and briefly considers locking it up like the other bikes he could see. Ultimately, however, he decides that at a school for superpowered beings, a simple metal chain wouldn't do much to stop a sufficiently motivated thief.
Upon entering what appeared to be the main building of the facility, Magnus spots a lobby with a host of computers and what appear to be informational pamphlets about the school. He makes his way to the computers and soon realizes that they must be the system for enrolling in classes, electives, and what not. He notices the option to live on campus but decides to wait to hear the advice of his parents. After finishing the enrollment process, during which he was forced to enroll in a class named Power Development, Magnus takes a mental note of his class schedule and a map of the campus. He rapidly reads through all the pamplets in the lobby, committing their information to memory, before practically sprinting through the empty hallways toward Power Development.
He walks in the classroom, wiping small beads of sweat from his brow, just in time to see the students donning some sort of helmet. The helmets appeared to all connected to a central system.
"Must be some sort of virtual reality." The thoughts flash through his mind as he processes the scene,
"After all, the class IS called Power Development. It's probably the safest way for the students to unleash their full potential. It looks like they're all getting ready to start, so I think I'll just wait back here." He silently finds an empty chair in the back of the room and resigns himself to being alone with his thoughts for the remainder of the class.
