[h2][color=a2d39c]Mason Crawford[/color][/h2][hr]As Mason made his way to the dorms, his attention became lost amongst the grand architecture of the reception. It really was a sight to behold; he hoped that most of the school shared this timeless style, as he preferred it over the more modern furnishings of his dormitory. His trail of thought was interrupted, however, when he was hit by a considerable force.

He was knocked back a few paces, but was much better off than the girl who'd ran into him. She sat on the floor looking bewildered, but Mason also noticed she was looking a little pasty. Perhaps it was just a side-effect of her ability, but to Mason she looked like she was either ill, panicked or both. He felt at least partially responsible; had he not had his head in the clouds, he might have spotted her coming, and so he extended a hand and offered to help the girl to her feet. She ignored it, clutching the hand tightly behind her back and standing up by herself. 

She apologised profusely and asked if she'd hurt him. "[color=a2d39c][b]Not at all,[/b][/color]" he smiled reassuring. "[color=a2d39c][b]I wasn't looking where I was going.[/b][/color]" he said, trying to take away some of the embarrassment the girl must be feeling. "[color=a2d39c][b]Are you OK?[/b][/color]" he asked, empathetically. "[color=a2d39c][b]You look a little... Washed out.[/b][/color]" he said, not sure whether he would offend her. She looked familiar to him, and Mason reasoned that she must have been at the bus stop earlier, too; but he didn't remember hearing anything from her. Probably one of the quieter ones. 

"[color=a2d39c][b]I think I saw you at the bus stop earlier,[/b][/color]" he said. "[color=a2d39c][b]I don't think I caught your name. I'm Mason.[/b][/color]" he added, extending out a hand for her to shake.