Sephtis sighed as he woke up for the morning. While there were people here that were up and ready to go to class, he was not one of those people. He was only attending this school because his grandmother forced him to. If it was not for his love of him grandmother he would have said no. While he was a student here, unless he was forced to go to class he had no intention of going to them. While people like him were accepted in this town, he knew that he would not have anywhere to go if he left this place. With his bloodline he would be nothing more than a target for the hunters. One that would only become more wanted as he fought them. It was much better to stay in this school and pretend to be interested when he needed to be.

He eventually made his way out of his room dressed for the day. When ever he had woke up late he knew that his grandmother would not have left him something out for him. He was going to have to make his way to the school if he wanted to eat. He made his way to the school taking note of the people that ignored him and the ones that avoided his path. He had grown used to having people avoid him. Unless he smiled he was not very inviting to talk to. His gold eyes and white hair were not natural.

When he finally arrive at the entrance he made his way straight to the cafeteria. A quick meal and then he could go and hide until lunch. He still had a couple places where the teachers still did not know where to find him. He grabbed his breakfast and found a seat alone. While he did have people that tried to be his friends at first, it ended when they learned of his darker side. The part he could not control that well. He knew that there would be a group of people that would be more than willing to be friends with him, but he was not ready to be friends with those kind of people. One day but not just yet. He wanted to pretend to be a human for a little longer.

He looked around the room his gaze stopping on the other people in the room. While he did not purposely do it his gaze was often mistaken as a glare. He wondered how many here would actually go to class. His gaze stopped for a little longer when he saw a pair that he always saw together. One pair that he tended to avoid for some reason. After a couple moments he started to play for the remainder of the food on his plate. Maybe things would be different if he had someone to talk to, but then he would have to stop being a Warlock.