Zac finished his drink, looking around and simply observing the people around him. Far more interesting then the crowd he was used to. He picked up his bag and guitar case again, before leaving the auditorium, on his way upstairs to find his room. His sensetive ears picked up bits and pieces of conversation as he walked, watching the students with a soft smile on his face. Noticiing just how different all the students were, he knew he was going to have a fun time here.

Upstairs, he found his way to his dorm, setting his things down. No one else had moved in yet, but he was eager to find out if he was going to end up with a room mate. Hopefully they wouldn't mind his taste in music too. He sat on his bed for a moment, pulling out his smartphone, checking for any notifications. Nope, nothing. He looked around his room as he stood again, sighing at how bare it looked. A friend of his was arriving in a few days with his van, though, which had the rest of his stuff. That would definitely make him feel more at home.

He took a deep breath as he left his new room and headed back down to the welcoming party, now unburdened by luggage. Very quickly, commotion caught his attention. He watched intently as he saw a boy, with wings, leap to a group of three girls. Luckily, with his hearing he could hear the whole conversation from the other side of the room. The girl who the winged boy approached had a very odd way of speaking, and that intrigued Zac. But the others seemed very wary of her. Something about insanity and cultists. Well then, this certainly was interesting.