Richards eyes cracked open as a black, circular mark on his arm vibrated. Rubbing his eyes, he lazily placed his hand over it, muttering a word from a language long forgotten to the world, causing the mark to stop. Now starting to wake up, he rolled out of bed and waved his arms around lazily, causing his dresser drawers to open and clothes to fly out of them. A clean black t-shirt and jeans presented themselves in front of Richard, which he proceeded to dress himself with. Doing things like searching for clothes in the morning had become such a drag for him that he decided to automate the process a long time ago.  

	Now that he was dressed, Richard went over to his desk, and pulled out a magic marker. Already there were scores of sigils and markings up and down both of his arms, all for the purpose of doing different things. Some were wards for protection, others for comfort, like the symbols on his palms that kept his body comfortably warm or cool for when the weather becomes particularly unfavorable, and some were purely utilitarian, like his alarm marking that had shown it's usefulness not minutes ago. However, as they were impermanent and subject to wear, he retouched them almost daily to stop their abilities from degrading. Using the magic marker, he filled in any fading marks, ensuring that he'd be good for the day. As he finished and placed the cap back on the marker, he gave a light chuckle at the notion of a magic marker being used for real magic, and then proceeded to return the marker to its home. He then grabbed his wand from the desktop, along with his bag from the sidewall, and left his room.

	Making his way into the bathroom, Richard would apply toothpaste to his toothbrush, and continue to open his mouth and snap his fingers. His toothbrush then promptly levitated to his mouth, and set about brushing his teeth for him. As this happened, Richard ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to shape itself to his standard look, which he dubbed organized chaos. It was short, pitch black, and jutted inwards on itself towards the front center of his head, while smoothing out on either side. The toothbrush then stopped, and suspended itself in the sink, waiting expectantly to be washed off. Richard then spit into the sink, and turned on the water to rinse. Finishing up, he left and headed out to breakfast.

	As he left the dorm building, Richard saw a poster advertising the upcoming Halloween dance, and his stomach turned over. He winced as he thought of running into wannabe wizards, or even worse, [i] Harry Potter cosplayers[/i]. There was a null chance of his showing up to that; he had much better ways of spending Samhain. There were a few spells he's been interested in for a long time that required casting on All Hallows Eve, and he was certainly not one to squander something that could only be done once a year. Granted, most of them involved communicating with the dead, so even he wasn't sure how much stock he put in them, but if there's one thing he's learned, it's that magic tends to defy expectations. This was all going through his head on his walk from the Dorm building to the Mess Hall.

	He entered the Mess Hall, with the intent of getting his hands on coffee as soon as possible, but something else woke him up stronger than any stimulant ever could. He eyed across the room, and saw [u]two[/u] Fen's. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up, and he ground his teeth together. While he saw nothing wrong with Fen as a person, he was an anomaly that scared him way more than any dark thing he's ever dealt with. The first time he met him, the warding sigils he had on his upper forearm for protection against mental attacks were worn away like somebody took rubbing alcohol to them. Ever since then, he made sure to apply several of that ward a day. Until he knows what Fen is, he decided he needs to constantly be on guard.
	
	Quickly regaining his composure, he exhaled, and realized the other Fen had to be some kind of person with transformation abilities, most likely S'tann knowing him. He then slowly made his way towards the group that appeared to be forming with a smile on his face, shortly behind Kieran. He then added to the Kryptonians comment, "I'd certainly hate to get between the two of you" with a wink. He had to admit that while Fen put him on edge, he was far from hating, or even disliking him.