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⁑ Theodore Novell ⁑
Outfit: Here
Location: Dormroom β†  Cafeteria
Hex: 66CCCC
ImageImageTheo knew all too well how Aria, felt. He was still in disbelief himself. Half of him still expected to wake up and find himself back at lady Augustine's, like all this was just one impossible, long dream. But every morning he woke up in his new room, in a comfortable bed under warm blankets, made him less skeptical. Bit by bit. It would take some time, but he was slowly getting there. "So. Classes. What have you learned?" Theo took a moment to recollect the past week. Everything had happened so quickly, he was still feeling the dizzying side effects. "Hmm, I don't have any problems with any classes...yet." he said, giving each of his classes a look over. Algebra was truly the only class he could see himself struggling in down the road, but at the moment everything seemed to make good sense. "I can say I never thought so many different colored paints and kinds of paint brushes could exist." he noted, remembering the first time he stepped into one of the bigger art classrooms. At this point, it was still a bit surreal, but not as shocking.

He listened with a soft smile on his face as Aria spoke about her week. He laughed at her comment on the subject of math as he finished his pancake. Her sentence came to an end and Theo opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off with a small gasp and a duck of the head. "Oh man. It's the guy from my math class." Theo lifted a curious eyebrow, but wasn't given any time to respond. "No don't look!". He watched as the blood quickly rose to her face and gently bit down on his lower lip to keep from laughing. He was instructed not to look, but curiosity got the best of him. He glanced, ever so slightly, out of the corner of his eyes following Ari's line of vision. He looked just long enough to deduct that the guy Aria was talking about was the same guy that had nearly scared him senseless a few days prior. In his defense, the guy hadn't done anything aside from walking past him and looking in his direction for about half a second. However, his appearance was enough to make Theo want to run in the opposite direction.

"The scary looking guy?" he asked quietly, his gaze turning back to Aria. At first he wondered if Ari, too, was scared of the stranger. However, the fact that her cheeks flushed red at the sight of him told a different story. "Do him?" he teased quietly, a subtle smile gracing his lips. It was far-fetched, considering the guy didn't look anything like what Theo would have imagined Aria's first crush at this school to look like. He casually glanced in the table's direction again, hoping to get one more look at the subject of conversation, but his gaze landed on a different yet even more familiar face. Theo immediately recognized him from his Art History class. He didn't mean to stare, but he did so long enough for their eyes to meet. Something strange twisted in the teen's stomach, and looked away in a panic the moment a couple of girls came to talk to the scary guy sitting across the table.

⁑ Rowan Dubois ⁑
Outfit: Here
Location: Dormroom β†  Cafeteria
Hex: 4C4C4C
ImageImageRowan followed Archie out of the dorm room and towards the cafeteria. He normally didn't have the habit of skipping breakfast, nor did he usually go to the cafeteria to eat. This morning however, for whatever unknown reasons, he hadn't eaten any breakfast and now his stomach was scolding him for it. He listened to Archie's breakfast plans, contemplating what he would have himself. He wasn't one to eat healthy per say, but junk food was usually not up his alley either. As a dancer, his main priority was his body and staying light on his feet. "Oh and where the hell were you this morning. Scared me. You're a friggen ninja. Must be that 'dancer's grace' I hear so much about." Archie's words brought him out of his food daydream as they entered the cafeteria. "I purposely left early just so I could go back and scare the shit out of you." he joked as he picked up an empty plate. This wasn't Rowan and Archie's first year being roommates, which certainly explained why they got along the way they did. It also meant that by now Archie knew when Rowan was joking and when he wasn't. "I was practicing while you were bumming around and sleeping." he added.

They separated for a few minutes as each of them parted to get their own food. Along the way, Rowan was greeted by several people he hadn't seen over the summer break. He wasn't one for being rude, so he at least made an effort to say hello, which meant that it took him much longer than it should have to reach the table. He sat down just in time to hear Archie's comment about the pancakes and gave him a subtle eye roll. "Drama queen." he muttered with a subtle smile before taking a bite of his own food. He had to admit, though, that the guy was right. The chefs at the school must have used magic to cook the food, because it somehow tasted even better each and every time he had it. Granted, it would never be as delicious as his mom's Cuban cuisine, but it would do.

"Oh man, it's the kid from art history." the whisper caught Rowan off guard a little bit. He glanced at Archie's nervous gesture for a moment before glancing in the direction he had looked. He noticed a small boy with curly, brown hair sitting a few tables away, and a girl who looked remotely familiar. if he remembered correctly, she was in his Algebra class. Though Rowan didn't have to ask to know Archie was talking about the boy. "What about him?" the dancer asked casually, not even bothering to lower his voice. However, Archie didn't have a chance to respond. "Santi, hey!" two familiar faces walked up to their table, blocking the view almost completely.