Evander Stavros was going somewhere he should not have been going.
At this particular moment in time, Evander Stavros was headed up to Mandalynn Montell's dorm, which was in the girl's dorm, and he was pretty sure he wasn't allowed in them. Or was it he couldn't spend the night or something along those lines? Whatever. A quick visit wouldn't hurt. Couldn't hurt, actually. Shouldn't he have been in class? Nah. He had finished his physics test early, and had just left. The professor didn't care. He was a good enough student, so it didn't matter. He had about an hour until his next class. Next was lunch, and he could skip that if he really wanted to. After that, calculus, and then after that he had an hour or so until his evening classes started. He was walking across the campus at the present moment in time, and he was very much regretting not putting on a heavier coat. He had just taken a light jacket, figuring he could hurry over to the girl's dorms and get inside quickly so he didn't have to suffer very long. It was about twenty degrees outside. It was raining, it was cloudy, and it was just plain miserable.
He had a bad time getting over to the girl's dorms, as he ran into a lovely little girl who had the sudden urge to push him over and then run away giggling. He already didn't like that kid, and he had never even seen her before. Oh well. That was first impressions for you. And Evander had judged people before without getting to know them. One such case was Alice Black, but as she is not involved in this thread and was not in his line of sight, he discarded the thought and turned to a different one. Ms. Mandalynn Montell. He had always found her first name mildly strange. A combination of two different names, or something. Amanda and Lynn, correct? To make Mandalynn. Hmm. He had never heard of the name before. Enough about names. He had to start thinking about the girl. That, and why he was heading over there.
He was heading over there because there was no one telling him he couldn't, and if someone did come up to him and tell him that, he would simply turn around and wait for her to come to him. Simple. The two were dating, that half the school most likely knew, and then there was... nothing, actually. The dating, the... alright, nothing much besides that. He had plans to go visit her over a holiday break, at some point, and his parents had not said no. So he was taking it as a yes. She was pretty, attractive, cute, whatever you wanted to call it. He could never bring himself to call someone 'sexy', or even 'hot'. He stuck with attractive, because he just felt uncomfortable using anything else. He really did like her, and as far as he was concerned, she liked him quite a bit too. So they fit. Nobody to a nobody. Pretty girl to... well, Evander was the modest sort. So we'll end it there.
It was about time Evander finally arrived at her dorm. It took him five minutes to climb the stairs, as there were three younger girls standing in his way and he had a hard time getting around them. Why, you ask? Three little girls to Mr. Stavros? Simple. They had some abilities too. One was electrocuting herself in an electrical outlet, so she wasn't bothering him. She looked like she was having quite a bit of fun, too, giggling and grinning as she continued to spark. The other two either liked Evander enough to keep him standing there waiting, or hated him for some reason and wanted to make his day miserable. One was slowly making the stairway much darker, and the other was attempting to hit Evander with some water she just created out of thin air. What made it amusing, though, was they were staring down an illusion of Evander, as he had taken the liberty of creating an illusion of himself moments before the girls had spotted him. So the above paragraph is of no consequence to anything. He found himself standing in front of her door. It was cracked open, so he just let himself in. Ah. There she was. Drinking. What a wonderful way to spend her free time. "You shouldn't drink alcohol." He could tell it was alcohol because he was able to tell from the color and the label on the bottle. "It isn't healthy for you."