If anyone peeked inside a certain dark blue car as it sped down the highway, they would see a suitcase and two bags in the back, a dark leather messenger bag in the front passenger seat, and one Lysander Halloran in front of the wheel. A slight smile adorned his face as he sang along with the playlist he had running. At the moment, with his good mood and lack of watchers, he had decided to be cliche and listen to some surf rock. "You don't know what I got!" Of course, once he got close to his destination, he would switch playlists. He didn't want to be branded as a walking cliche on his first day.
Although his thoughts kept turning towards the Academy, Lysander refused to allow himself to dwell on it. He was having a good day, so far, and he didn't want to worry about his academic future for a while yet. When he got there, then he could think about. Until then, however, the sun was shining, the Beach Boys were playing, and he had a bag of lemon drops close at hand. Life was good. "She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor, and she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar."
All too soon, however, he turned off the highway and towards the Academy. Lysander took a moment at a red light to change his music from the Beach Boys to something a little more modern; Maroon 5. It was quite a switch, but he liked both bands anyway. It didn't hurt that the first song to start playing was one of his favorites. "This love has taken its toll on me! She said goodbye too many times before." Two songs later, he was pulling into the Olympus Academy parking lot. Grabbing his messenger bag, he exited the car and locked it behind him, leaving his luggage in the back seat and his sword hidden away in the trunk. Here goes. He took a deep breath and started walking.
For his first day, Lysander decided it would probably be better to make a good first impression; thus, he wore black pants, a light blue shirt, and a black jacket, because why not? It was comfortable and looked nice. His ever present horse head pendant hung around his neck, and nothing could part him from his Converse, so the effect wasn't perfect. Nonetheless, he liked it, and that was all that really mattered to him.
He had a bit of time before he had to pick up his schedule and dorm assignment, so he decided to stroll around campus and see what there was to see. After all, Lysander had lived less than an hour's drive from the ocean for his entire life. This state was entirely foreign to him. So engrossed was he in his surroundings that he failed to note the young woman in front of him until it was almost too late. It took a bit of tricky footwork to keep himself from colliding with the lady.
"Pardon me, miss!" A slight blush darkened Lysander's cheeks. Mother would have my head for this. "Are you alright? I wasn't looking where I was going."
