Pyrus came sprinting, his legs carrying him as he snagged a tag, pinned it to his jacket, and ran through several students. He was here finally, the DWMA the one place he felt he belonged to. He slowed down as he took in the environment. So many weapons and meisters in one place, a practical heaven. He reached into his jacket pocket and a moment later found purchase. From the pocket he removed a lighter, which he began to open and close as he looked around.

Some chose to mingle, some chose to hide, and others chose to sit and watch. Out of the corner of his eye however he noticed a girl who after fiddling with her tag, rubbed her nose, and appeared to walk by rather determined. "Interesting," he said with a grin as his hand subconsciously sparked a fire at the tip of the lighter. He followed her like a shadow, not attempting conversation or even trying to get her attention, but simply following her.