Snippet #2437363

Well, well, well... Opal tossed a spherical piece of ice up and down in his hand, staring straight at portrait of one of the many dependents of the Featherwood family. Isn't this a proud place to be? The next time the ice flew threw the air he snapped his fingers and they became tiny specks of crystals that floated to the ground like feathers. He turned on his heel and walked towards the large windows, the moon shining beautifully above. He wondered if any of the students here were werewolves... Wouldn't that be lovely, a full moon with angsty teenagers transforming violently into monsters.

Opal smirked to himself and placed himself on the window's seat, looking out at the campus. It was only his first week here and was already feeling quite comfortable, but that was Opal in a nutshell. He could place himself anywhere and be "quite comfortable." As long as he had a place to sleep and eat, he was set. He had nothing to lose when he left home--only a failed attempt at a relationship with his over-bearing father--so a little freedom didn't hurt. Still, he didn't choose to do much anyway, and felt rather fond with this place, despite some of its pretentiousness.