[center][h3][color=gold]Thomas Sephtis[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Demigod Housing
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Stella McGuire ([@HushedWhispers][/center][hr][hr]

Thomas threw the last of his scarves into a dresser drawer, drawing the one around his neck a little closer, shivering a little more. Damn cold nature. He rummaged through a large, transparent Rubbermaid container, eventually coming up with an apple. He sniffed of it suspiciously. Nope, no chemical scent. His mother hadn't absentmindedly touched it, thank God. He sighed in relief, standing back up and swiveling to face the door in one smooth motion, turning on the balls of his feet. And out to face the world, nothing but an apple in his hand.

A world of superpowered, angsty, teenage demigods. Crap. Woefully underprepared. He shrugged as he locked his door and walked down the hall, looking at the bright red apple with something approaching admiration. He had to admit, he really respected the work of the harvest goddess. Wonder if there were any of her children here. Another shrug. He'd meet them soon enough, as he'd no doubt meet children of just about everyone. 

Man. Being a first year student blew. 

Speaking of other demigods...

Blonde hair, blue eyes, self assured air... Bossing around someone similar. Fit. The other guy left quickly, a pissed off atmosphere traveling with him, and Thomas grinned slightly, watching the girl haul a few of her bags into her room before taking a relatively noisy bite of his apple. He chewed, swallowed, and smirked slightly, the apple in his hand only having a few more bites left to the core. "I'm guessing... Daughter of Zeus. Need any help getting those into your room? I only work by polite request."