Zed frowned, abruptly closing his book at the loud ringing of the 'food bell'. Spending his life here, practicing his abilities in the safety of his isolated room, he had gotten used to almost everything about the orphanage. The halls, the patrons, and the over-all building. And so, he knew every secret passageway that dotted around his own room. Sliding to his feet, the Psychic teen slid open his door and floated through the empty halls lazily. He didn't feel like wearing his glasses today, so the only thing he had on was ripped white jeans, no shoes, and a zipped white hoodie. He drifted downstairs, and slipped through a small opening, appearing inside of the 'dining hall'.

Without a word, he slipped into his seat, waiting patiently for the others to arrive. The small amount of cutlery around him began to levitate around, bending into odd positions and circulating around the room. He gave a nod of acknowledgement to the children around him.