Wren
Wren eyed her roommate up and down, assessing his choice of outfit for herself. A few passes of her eyes and she chuckled at his comment. "I couldn't hope to top your aversion to formality," she said playfully complementary. "And only you could make that drip look good." She flipped a stray bang of hair out of her eye, and fastened it with a clip from her own jacket pocket. She nodded an approval of a hasty exit, falling in behind Connor, drawing a gentle whip of air to close the door behind them. Her sentiment echoed her roommate's, that the welcoming ceremony would be brief; otherwise, she hoped he had enough Goldfish to share.
The pair's stroll to the Auditorium was mostly uneventful. A few of their peers along the way could be seen having fun with their elements along the way; Wren, not wanting to leave herself out, periodically floated her steps with short updrafts. Though she nearly left Connor behind in the process, the pair arrived outside of the auditorium more or less together. The doors swung open gently, aided by one more light gale, the sizeable theatre space revealed on the other side. Wren stepped foot onto the finely maintained floor between the seating sections and looked around.
To her surprise, despite the track of students flowing towards the hall, there weren't many people filling the seats. Other than single people and a few pairs dotting the space between empty seats, a gathering group a way down the aisle was all that caught her eye. "Well, looks like we've got free reign on where to sit," she shrugged and side-eyed Connor. "Feeling social? Or not so much?" She nodded to the cluster of four or five. "I can go either way."
@Crimson Flame