"Huh?" Matthias stood up straight from having bent over slightly, peering into the fridge and looked over his shoulder, just as Selena walked by to stand next to the counter, peering around it and up at the cupboards above. He blinked a little in surprise, both at seeing her, and seeing her in her pyjamas. His cheeks darkened a little, and the two, metallic orbs floating over his hand almost fell down before he managed to snap out of it, shaking his head slightly.

"Oh, uh... well, nothing's appeared out of the blue, so I'm guessing we have to make some food ourselves. Not that I mind, I love cooking." He sent her a warm smile while continuing to slowly bend and stretch his fingers, causing the orbs to continue to fly around before tossing his head toward the fridge and stepping slightly back. "What do you fancy? I'm sure I could cook something up, the fridge is stocked full."

And yes, the fridge was pretty well stocked. It was awesome that the school wanted the students to cook up their own food. But Selena wasn't much of a cook herself. She was more of a microwave person, who loved to cook up her ramen noodles in there. But Selena wanted something more though. The pizza she ate earlier wasn't enough and might make her a little sick later on. Matt stared at Selena for a few brief seconds, glancing at her PJ's. She felt a little awkward as he stared down...maybe wearing PJ's wasn't a very good idea.

"Well, I was hoping I'd get a salad, or make myself a fruit & yogurt parfait. Something to just...kill the hunger I have." Selena replied, "Although most of the stuff in the fridge looks really, really good...but it requires cooking but I don't like to cook at all."

Matthias gave Selena a little smile and shrugged lightly. She obviously wasn't feeling awkward about running around in her pyjamas in the lounge area, so why should he?

"Well, you know, I could easily cook up a meal for the both of us if you wanted. I was going to cook for myself anyways, and it wouldn't take that much to cook for another person. Though I... erh, I don't know what kind of food you like, or if you're allergic to anything. I was going to make a kind of meatballs and potatoes dish, but it's a little more... special. It's something you only really see if you come to Denmark, heh."

He gave her a warm, reassuring smile, as if to say that it was okay for her to let him cook food for her. "So, can I interest you in a meal, Selena?"

"Mmmm!" Selena gestured at Matt's idea to cook a delicious meal for not only for himself, but for her as well. Although her diet wasn't too fond of meats, but she had Pizza earlier...there wasn't any reason to reject an offer like Matt's homestyle cooking. "It sounds delicious. Back in my home country, my grandparents made meatball stew which consist of rice-filled meatballs with a hint of onion. My grandmother always added tons of vegetables. I really love vegetables."

She then grabbed a clean glass and filled it up with water from the gallon. She wasn't as thirsty as before, but she still wanted to maintain her balance as a plant manipulator. As she walked while drinking her glass of water, she accidentally bumped into a used glass as it headed towards the floor. With rapid thinking, Selena stretched her vines as quick as possible and was able to grab the glass before it hit the floor, preventing any broken glass. As clumsy as she is, she was relieved to have prevented an awkward moment.

She smiled at Matt as she placed the glass on the counter top. "Would you like me to help you with...something? Maybe chop some onions or season the meatballs?

Matthias gave a nod and a smile at the fact that Selena accepted his offer. He didn't really mind cooking for one person extra. There would've been far too much food just for him to eat anyways. He turned to the fridge and looked through it, letting the metallic orbs drop into his hands, which he pocketed before starting to take things out of the fridge. Minced pork, some carrots, potatoes, a bit of milk, an egg and some margarine, all of which he placed on the counter, next to the glass that had almost lost its life.

"Oh, right, onions! Yeah, if you'd start chopping onions and grate two carrots, that'd be really helpful. And if you've got time to spare, peeling some potatoes would help alot too." He gave her a smile as he scooted past her, leaning down to open a couple of cupboards before finding what he needed; A pan, a bowl and an electric mixer.

"Alright, so... as I said, these aren't really meatballs. They're called 'Frikadeller', and they're -really- delicious. Since you like vegetables, we'll add the grated carrots into the meat, it'll give them a bit more taste."

Selena had a hard time understanding what Matt was trying to do. Sure, it was meatballs, but it was more of a different style. She's willing, and very tempted to see what Matt wanted to cook up, and she was more than happy to discover a new taste in food.

As Matt placed the items on the counter where Selena was located, she took out a cutting board, and started looking for a knife. In the meantime, there was a lone oven mitten on the edge of the counter that she spotted. She grabbed it and placed it in her right hand. With her left hand, she opened one of the utensil drawers and grabbed a chopping knife as well as a hand grater. With the oven mit-covered hand, she grabbed the knife first, and grabbed the onion with her left...placing on the plastic cutting board and started chopping smoothly...without any hesitation or fear.

Freeeeekaaaa...Selena started to pronounce the word in her mind. It was difficult for her, her mind kept repeating the word until she got it right. She placed the chopped onions aside and grabbed two more carrots from the counter, grating them in a small cup to separate the onions. Slowly as she grated, she heard loud noises coming from the lounge area. Maybe a TV show probably wowed the crowd.

"Alright, Matt." Selena said, "Onions chopped, carrots grated. Whatever you said it was, I know it's going to be quite delicious!"
Matthias sent Selena a little grin as he tucked the lump of minced meat into the bowl, along with the egg (after cracking it of course), some milk, salt and pepper and a little bit of flour. He then plugged the electric mixer into the wall and began stirring it up into a sort of meat-mix that seemed to stick together with itself, while still having the same squishy-minced-meat substance.

"Well, we'll see if you like them at least! It's really one of the most common things to cook in Denmark, but you know... you have to stick to your roots, right?" With the comment, he sent her a wry little smirk, clearly entertained at his own little pun, pointed at her. "Oh, and if you could start with the potatoes, that'd be awesome. Just put them on the stove when you're done peeling them, and then we'll see just how good a chef I am!"
Selena nodded with a soft "Yes" reply as she fixed her oven mitten on her right hand, as it was a little loose. As Matt began to beat the eggs and some other ingredients with the electric mixer. She looked at her left wrist and sprouted a little vine from her. She smiled and chuckled softly "Roots...hah! Very funny, Matt!"

She peeled off the skin of three potatoes in a snap, starting to smell the pepper-ish flavor from the mix Matt was making. It started to tickle her nose. Not much of a lovely smell for her, but she began to resist. Selena placed the three potatoes on the cutting board, tossing the potato peels to the nearby trash can. She took the whole cutting board, along with the chopped onions and the grated carrots to the stove next to where Matt was.

Placing the items next to the stove, she turned around and covered her nose and mouth, and let out a soft squeaky sneeze.

"Bless you." Matthias replied to her, sending her a little glance. He took a moment to place the pan on the stove, turning it on while stepping over to place a hand on her shoulder. "You okay? I think I might've spilt the pepper a bit, so... sorry, heh." He then picked up the grated carrots and onions and chucked them into the meat-mix, giving them another little stir.

"Alright, not much longer now. You chuck the potatoes in a pot and put them on the stove and get them cooking, I'll take care of the meat, and in... half an hour, we'll be ready to eat." He gave a little grin as he cut off a slice of margarine, preparing to put it on the pan. He gave her a little glance, deciding to start some small-talk again. "So, uh... you and Will, huh? You really do seem to hit it off, so I can understand that."


"Thank you," Selena replied, her eyes widened as he started to ask about herself and Will. He assumed that both of them were close, but that was not *entirely* true for Selena. Did Matt ever thought she liked Liam? It was barely the first day! "Um...well, we're just roommates, and we never really got to know each other that much." She explained, "I mean, I care because he's my roomie but not more than that. He just seems so..shy around me, as if I'm a threat to him."

Selena started to remember the time they both met for the first time. They were instant enemies at first, but they soon grew to be really good roommates. She reminded herself of the special flower he gave her, which was as beautiful as she was. And not to mention the mutual healing at the nurses office. Maybe that's what made Matt thought of that way.

She shook her head and placed her mind on Matt's cooking, which began to smell really delicious. She was hesitant to ask Matt why, but...she wanted to hold that thought for now. "My, that is starting to smell real good, actually."

Ginevra Morrigan & Angel Lumis - River Lodge

Luckily, Jamie was not in, so there wouldn't be anyone to bother her while she showered. The water had felt quite nice and the new outfit even nicer -- this time a pair of jeans, flip flops again, and a form-fitting white top. She had made plans with Angel on making and then eating dinner, so she didn't want to be late. On her way to River Lodge, she observed the surroundings and smiled at the current peaceful state of the campus.

The dorm looked a bit different, but not too different as she entered and looked around for Angel. It seemed like she was still getting ready, so with soon Ginny found herself sprawled out on the couch, long legs stretching out over the cushions as she relaxed and waited.


Angel sighed, putting the brush down. The room remained completely dark, no hide nor hair of her roommate anywhere. So she kept it dark and, like she always did, relied on her hands. I have probably kept her waiting... That wasn't as much of a bother normally. Most of the time, people kept her waiting, which she never minded. Somehow, doing it herself seemed to be a bigger bother. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. What to cook...

Well, it depended mostly on what was in the pantry.

She exited the room and smiled a little against the brightness of the hall lights. Entering the lobby, Angel tilted her head. Someone was in the room. She could feel it. "Erm... Miss Ginny," she said, almost quizzical. "Are you here?"

Her eyes watched as Angel departed her room and headed over in her direction, "I am here... but I am just Ginny." She slid off the couch and moved over to the girl, patting her arm, "Have you given any thought to what you want to eat? Or would you rather eat something light and relax a little?" In truth, she dreaded going back to her room and having yet another encounter with her less-than-stellar roommate.

Angel smiled a little. "I am capable of cooking whichever option would be more pleasing for you," she said without a hint of arrogance. She had cooked quite a few things in her father's kitchen. Some was standard diner food, other things were not. It was just the way things worked in that kitchen. She went to the fridge, raising her short arms to wrap around an apple and an egg carton. Taking them out, she continued to search. "Would... an omelette be acceptable?" She always felt better cooking for another person.

Doing things for others made sense. For herself, not so much.

"Sure, that sounds good." Ginny allowed Angel some room and she observed the younger girl for a few moments, deciding that she really knew her way around the kitchen and the peanut butter and jelly she was planning was a bit ordinary. "To be completely honest, I'm not exactly the best cook, but I'd love to help you out in any way I can!" Sure, she could follow directions and all but making up something on the fly was a bit beyond her abilities.

Angel pulled out a couple more ingredients "I... erm... just require someone to reach the pans up there and the grater..." She was thinking now. There was nothing flashy she intended to do, but she did want it to turn out well. "Once those are on the counter, please relax." A small smile, unbidden, turned up her lips again. "Your temperament is still discomforted by something. It is best to let your mind be at ease."

She didn't even seem to notice she had spoken those words, or to be honest, where she was. Angel was back in the element she understood-the kitchen. She opened the fridge and hummed. There weren't any packages of herbs... except perhaps parsley, but she had a doubt she would be able to chop that up as finely as her father. "Is there anything you would like in your omelet?"

"Uh, alright." Ginny looked around and opened a few cabinents, soon finding the required pans and grater that Angel had requested. It had taken her a minute or so to locate the exact right ones, but soon she had placed them in front of the much shorter girl. "Here you are." She smiled a bit and patted her on the shoulder, "Just make whatever you think is best. I am really not a picky eater."

Even though she wasn't exactly needed, Ginny decided to stay by just in case Angel wanted some company while she cooked. She leaned on the counter and watched the girl as she thought about everything that had happened today. A sense of dread was still building inside of her as she knew that soon she'd have to go back to her room and face her roommate.

Angel smiled her thanks and pulled out a small glass bowl. She cracked two eggs and began to mix, humming low under her breath. She heated up one of the pans. "The more you dread something; the worse it will end up," she mused. One would think she was talking to Ginny, but as she kept moving on autopilot, it became clear that she was simply talking to herself, beginning to work with the other pan. "The more darkness in the heart, the bigger the anger grows..." She shook her head and cocked her head to the right, dropping a pat of butter onto the butter pan.

"Please inform me when the butter is melted," she said softly. "I can smell it, but in this new environment, I might confuse myself."

How does she know? Ginny took a breath and tried to brush it off, but it seemed to linger in the back of her mind. Her eyes moved over Angel and she smiled as she observed the girl in what seemed to be her natural environment.

"I like to watch you cook." Ginny looked towards the butter and leaned forward to whisper, "Looks like it's melted to me, Ange." It had spread out on the pan and the scent of hot butter filled her nostrils.

Angel nodded, not really paying too much attention as she whisked them a moment more and poured them into the pan. She placed a few strips of bacon into the other. "Warm food, warm weather, possible bad combination..." she murmured the words. "Like ice on a fever..." She liked to cook; it was clear, but it was also making her think. She shook herself and moved to work with the bacon, letting the egg sizzle for a few more seconds. "It will be ready in a moment."

For a moment, Angel entertained the idea of opening her eyes to see if she was right and Ginny was still behind her. Then she dismissed it, and went patiently back to work. She didn't need to see to hear.

A growl permeated from Ginny's stomach and she placed a hand over it, hoping to soothe the sound away. "Sorry, I guess I'm hungrier than I thought!" She laughed a little as she watched Angel finish up cooking, which was an amazing sight in itself. The girl clearly had talent.

Angel smiled, putting the filling (bacon) onto the the top of the flipped egg and folding it over. "That is a very good thing," she said with a small chuckle. "Because the meal has just been completed." She took a plate and precariously moved the omelet to it. Taking a fork, she held it out for Ginny to take. "Please eat and relax."

"Oh, awesome!" Ginny took the offered plate and fork from Angel, "Thank you so much." She moved over and sat down at the table, but she decided to wait until Angel joined her before starting. "I like spending time with you, by the way."

Angel turned her head back in an imitation of a glance at Ginny. Then she smiled. "I am grateful you consider me good company. She gathered the bacon she had made onto a paper tower and then went to leave the used cutlery and pans to soak in soapy water. "Please take your time and enjoy it.' She quietly chewed into a piece of bacon, seeming content.

→ Jamie Lane ●

It had been one hell of an interesting day that had gone from function friends to sobbing in a closet due to massive embarrassment to a nice dinner with Angel. Unfortunately, now she had to go back to her room with her pain in the neck roommate. Her stomach was full once again and now she just wanted to relax, of Jamie would let her. The last time the two had crossed paths had not been pleasant and she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that the second time just might be worse.

The redhead stepped into the shared room and breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she noticed that he was not there. She was still rather emotionally exhausted and on edge from her earlier embarrassment so she knew that she wouldn't be able to put up with much tonight.

The tree added little comfort as the cold, nighttime breezes swept past, Jamie rose and headed back to Valient House. He entered the building, thinking back to his discovery with Matthias. His finger pulled back the collar of his top, he sighed. Today had been a rollercoaster, so many new things had been going on and so much had happened. He didn't once miss home though, Mum is probably waiting by the phone.

He decided to call it a night, heading back to his dorm room on the first floor. The elevator pinged, the doors opening. He quickly wiped the cardkey across the sensor, opening the door.

The sound of the door caused Ginny to jump and she did her best to keep her features as straight as her back. She was obviously uncomfortable, but she'd do her best to ignore the little twerp. She opened a book and feigned reading, hoping he'd just leave her alone.

Ugh, Jamie briefly made eyecontact with his roommate, before she pulled out a book. Whatever, he thought, turning off the room's main light and diving head first on to his bed, burying his head in the pillow. He sighed, happy for the embrace of the darkness and the relative solitary feeling it brought him.

Annoyed, Ginny sighed again and quickly stood and flipped on the light switch. "Some people are trying to read, you little jerk." She glared at his still form on his bed and the new sat back down to enjoy her book. Even if she hadn't been reading, it would have at least been nice for hin to ask if she minded the light being off.

"It's night. I'm sleeping, and I'm sleeping in the dark. Read your book outside, that's where the dogs sleep afterall," Jamie got back up, the build up of the days frustration clear in his face, he wasn't willing to let this slide.

Ginny's mouth opened wide in shock at what he had said and she immediately threw her book at him as hard as she could. "The best place for you is locked up like the delinquent you are!" Her accent was thick and heavy as her anger built, she stood up too. She was not going to put up with his attitude forever and she'd need to lay down the law sooner than later.

The book caught Jamie on the shoulder, he did not wince or moan. He was past that now, he wasn't going to back down to the mouthy, redhead girl. He picked the book up of the floor, flinging it upwards towards the light - the bulb smashed, the remaining filament sparking futiley. The room plunged back in to semi-darkness, the only light trickling in from the window.

"Ugh!" Ginny stormed over to him and glared, "Great! Now you broke our goddamned light you idiot!" She pushed against him, "How will you explain that? Oh, I'm sorry Headmaster, I got a little pissed off and broke the light? I hope they kick your sorry ass out! Then maybe I can find some peace in this room. Hell, we'll probably be better off without you at this school anyway!" At this point, she was fuming and just ready for this to be over with. He had pushed her too far already.

Standing his ground, Jamie pushed back, "I'm sorry headmaster, but my roommate's a *****." Jamie lashed out, her unwillingness to back down driving him, pushing her further to her limits.

His comment pushed her over the edge and she balled her right hand into a fist and swung out to connect with his jaw. "At least I'm not little boy sized!" Her retort accompanied her punch, which was quite strong for a girl due to her athletics. He was just lucky that she didn't kick him.

Jamie was expecting a punch, she certainly wasn't the slapping kind of girl, however the force behind it was surprising. Refraining from punching her back, he pushed the girl hard in the shoulders, forcing her backwards.

He was strong for a little thing and Ginny tripped and fell onto the floor. Her tailbone ached and she growled in anger as the adrenaline rushed through her and blood pounced in her ears. She hopped up, as quick as a cat and phased through him, only to quickly turn around and aim another solid jab directly at his right-side kidney.

The pain confused him, like a ghost Ginny had managed to drift through him. He pivoted quickly, turning around to face the girl. Another power? He considered, remembering his conversation with Kevin and witnessing the vine-girl, back in the baseball cage. He realised that holding back was pointless, Ginny was hardly a girl, he swung forward with his left hand balled up tightly.

The punch caught her in the eye and she cried out in pain, her hand going to it. She knew that it was going to swell as soon as it impacted. Ignoring the pain was become more difficult and she could hardly see out of her right eye, but regardless she swung back with a right hook aimed at his face. There was no telling if she could win this fight or not, since it was dark and he seemed to be doing just fine with it.

The punch connected, Ginny's fist thumping in to his cheek bone. Jamie staggered back, his vision slightly blurred. His fist tensed, his anger uncontrollable, until he noticed it.

The floor trembled. The walls shook. The sound of migrating cracks in the window screetched through the otherwise silent room. Jamie paused. Is this... me? He considered, despite only managing vibrations on a smaller scale - he concluded this was something much worse.

A crash of light, the pair were blinded. Their messy, trashed room was left behind - instead they stood in a huge office, the walls lined with books and a heavy desk waiting on the far side.

The world had changed before she had even realized what was going on and soon, the light was a bit blinding and she held her hand over her eyes as she squinted. "The hell?!" She wondered for a moment if this was the little twerp's power, but it seemed a bit much for him.

An older man was waiting for them. Sat in a black, leather, padded chair behind the desk. He was small and there wasn't much muscle to him, but his presense alone seemed threatening. Jamie stood, stunned - it was clear, by the grandure of the office, that this was the school's headmaster.

"What do you think you are doing in my school?" Despite the distance between them, the man's voice boomed, as if increasing the pressure of the air above the shamed pair, "I have every mind to exclude you at this very second. It wouldn't take long for me to send you back home."

The man's tone was furious, however his face was blank, emotionless. He was incredibly composed.

"Around here there is only one solution..."

Jamie was unfamiliar with the rules and punishments of the school, the leaflet hadn't mentioned them at all. The headmaster's words came too quickly to process.

"...a fight to the death."

Not knowing what to do or what to say, Ginny's mouth gaped and she stood there in shocked silence. Yeah, she didn't like Jamie but she didn't want to kill him." I... I..." She was at a complete loss for words so she resorted to looking down at the floor in shame.

Barely managing to stop his leg shaking, Jamie also hung his head in shame. Fear swept over him, sure he had been in many fights - but killing someone? This was extreme, surely, even for a special school.

A soft chuckle came from the desk. The headmaster had finally cracked, his stern, still face erupting into laughter at the gullible teenagers' reactions.

"Boy, kids these days," he remarked, to himself. He noticed the genuine fear in the two students' eyes, "Oh come on, it was a joke! I can't have students dying on their first night here, imagine the press..."

He hopped off his chair, trundling over to Ginny. His age had taken its toll, in his youth he may well have matched Ginny in height, but now he had to look up slightly to meet her gaze.

"Ginerva Morrigan, one of our American students I believe," he looked her up and down, "prowess in phasing, a very useful talent." He grinned at the girl, moving over to the younger boy beside her.

Still in shock, Ginny's mouth was still hanging open and she couldn't bring herself to speak. This was all a lot to process and her body was slowly coming off of her adrenaline. Her aches and pains were building and she knew that she'd be regretting this fight for a while to come.

"And Mr. Jamie Lane... I know much about you, lad." Jamie didn't know if that was good or bad, he clearly knew a lot about his students - but which bit of Jamie's life he was focusing on was key.

"Miss Morrigan, tonight I would like you to return to your room, we'll adjust your living arrangements in the morning. Mr Lane, there is a spare bed in the nursing office - you'll be staying put there for the night."

Wow, this is surprising. Ginny was surprised that something permanent would be done already, but she was not going to complain. She mustered up all of her courage and looked the headmaster in the eye, "Thank you, sir."

"Goodnight, students," the headmaster said, walking back to his chair, his fingers snapping in the air. The bright light returned, sending the teenagers to their designated quarters for the night.

"Well, I did put a little much pepper in the meat…" He glanced down at the lumps of meat sizzling away on the pan, giving them a nice golden-brown hue. He shrugged a little and went over to the sink to clean off the now empty bowl as well as his hands and the spoon, cleaning them in warm water and with a bit of soap. After having dried his hands, he turned back to the others, William starting to grate some cheese and Selena beginning to fetch some plates and cutlery. "Oh yeah, I'm sure it'd work. My uncle usually puts… uh, feta, that's how it's called in English, right? Feta cheese in them, but… just put it on top, I'm sure it'll be fine."

William began talling them how he liked to cook, Matthias' brows raising a little, folding his arms across his chest as he nodded, clearly interested in the story, being fond of cooking himself. Then again, having been locked away in the house, it was pretty limited what kind of hobby he could take on himself in either case. He broke into a grin at William's comment about his nose and the pat on his back, rolling his eyes. "Pfch, as if. I'm in England, who'd want to be with a guy who's accent sounds like he's got a hot potato in his mouth?"

He gave the two a wry little smile as they continued to prepare the food, William taking a moment to tell the two how much he valued their company. Matthias smiled and nodded his head in return. "Heh, yeah. I'm glad I met the two of you today. I just found out my room mate had an accident, which is a shame because he was a cool guy. So… now I've got the room all to myself, I suppose. At least until they move someone else in there. But, yeah. I'm glad I met the two of you." He smiled warmly at them both, having easily gotten over the fact that Selena was in her pyjamas and just… treating her as a friend, really.

The food was soon done and Matthias rubbed his hands, his stomach giving a hungry growl as they moved the potatoes, a bottle of ketchup and the frikadeller over to one of the tables and they soon dug into it. Matthias let out a happy sigh as he ate, swallowing down after a large mouthful. "Oh god, this is so good. Good old Danish cooking, am I right?" He chuckled and continued eating, unable to ignore the sweet, calming scent that mixed in with the aroma of the food, which he'd sensed back in the classroom as well.

"Well, I'm glad you like it! Always nice when both your cooking and a national dish of yours is praised." He gave Selena a little grin as he continued to eat, chatting away happily with the both of them during the entire meal. Once it was all eaten up, he leaned back in his seat and patted his belly with a content little groan. "Mrrh, that was –so- good. I'm glad you guys wanted to eat with me, it'd have been boring to eat by myself."

Selena got up and offered to do the dishes, already starting to take it away. Both Matthias and William were about to speak up, but just like Will, Matthias noticed she seemed just a bit too insistant for them to talk her into letting them help, so Matthias just shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if you're sure. I'll do them next time, then. And yeah, I'd love making food for you guys again." He sent William a little grin as he stretched out, turning his head to glance up at Selena, raising his brows as she seemingly brought a wilted flower back to life.

"Oh wow. Yeah, that's –really- pretty. Your ability is really cool. All I can do is make stuff hover about." He let out a playful huff, clearly not as annoyed about his ability as he led them to believe. William fumbled a little about and Matthias sent him a worried little glance, just about to ask him what was the matter, when Will got up and told them he'd go freshen up and then go to bed. "Oh, alright man. I'll see you around tomorrow." Watching the guy head off, Matthias stretched out and got to his feet, figuring it was the best to get to bed himself.

He stepped over to Selena, working away at the dishes and gave her back a pat and sent her a smile. "Thanks for taking the plates. You and Will just let me know whenever you want to eat together again, alright? G'night Selena." With that and a little wave, he headed back to his own room, sliding the card through the reader and stepping into the dark room. Turning on the lights didn't seem to help much as it just felt a little more empty, knowing that Kevin wasn't going to be there. For some reason, Matthias had just really… connected with him, and was looking forward to a year of the two of them being buddies, sharing stories, having fun in their room, maybe setting up a party or something. The fact that that wasn't going to happen, at least for a long while, possibly never, just got Matthias' spirits down.

Shaking his head to try and rid himself of the mood he was close to putting himself in, he picked out the matches still in his pocket, sitting down on his bed as he started practicing his fire-bending for about half an hour, with some progress, before finally going to sleep with the thought that, yeah, he'd lost Kevin, but at least he felt like he'd gained two close friends in Will and Selena. He'd have to get to know them a bit better over the coming days and weeks.


The next morning, Matthias was woken up to the bright, morning light shining in through his window, thankfully not hitting him in the face, but rather on the bed opposite of his. He dragged himself out of bed, got himself a shower and put on the clothes from the day before, figuring they could easily hold out another day. That, and the fact that he wasn't inclined to unpack just yet. He tucked the matches and his metallic balls into his pocket and went out the door, yawning widely as he headed for the kitchen, pulling out some butter and a couple of thin slices of ham from the kitchen as well as two loaves of bread, which he started to prepare for himself, for a breakfast. "Wonder what class we have at first…" he mumbled, still a bit droopy-eyed, letting out another yawn.