Morgan Selwyn
At the table, Morgan picked up a glas of water and sipped at it. He remained apart from the conversations around him, trying to sort out his emotions. He was sure there was more to his desire for Kiara than her supernatural influence, but Piper's words had given him cause for doubt. On some level, it was true that he didn't care if she was just using him for fun. In reality he was only doing the same thing, using her as an outlet for all the feelings he had found impossible within the coven. It just happened to benefit her more, and be a dangerous game for him. Besides that, the risk was exciting.
Finally coming to something of a decision, Morgan pulls himself out of his thoughts. Turning to the floor, he spots Suley and Kiara in the middle of their dance. He wasn't particularly surprised that she would want to dance with him, but jealousy burned in his chest regardless. The warlock wanted to turn away, but found himself rooted to the spot for some reason. The longer than dance progressed, the more his fingernails dug into the palm of his bare hand. As Sulley leaned in towards Kiara, Morgan's occupied hand suddenly grew cold and he gritted his teeth. It wasn't until after the dragon turned to regard the intimidating figure that had just entered that the warlock saw that he had accidentally frozen his glass of water. His hands shook when he returned the glass to the table, not wanting to drop it while he observed the scene in the center of the room.
Lyla Warren
Even though the help wasn't really needed, Lyla was glad that the other student caught her arms. She had been born essentially unable to see, and even the artificial light inside burned her eyes to some degree. Without her glasses she was bound to end up with a headache, but she always felt odd wearing them. If it got too bad she could always just hold her eyes closed, but that tended to put people off more.
"Thanks," Lyla said with a small smile.
"I haven't really had the chance to meet anyone yet. Had to adjust my sleep schedule a bit for class and all. I'm Lyla, it's my first year here," she shared, clasping her hands behind her back as the music swelled. She could hear the steps of the dancers behind her, and she wished she could join them. It was likely she would just end up embarassing herself though, considering that she couldn't avoid running into people when she was only walking.
As she thought about this, a voice filled with menace rose above every other noise in the room, causing Lyla to turn her head towards it.