Leon was trailing through the halls, waiting for it to get dark. His thoughts had started to wander, which generally meant he started to wander, keeping his mind off of everything. Last he checked, it was almost dark enough for him to be able to leave. This is one thing he still despised, he hated being stuck inside during the day, or else he'd die. Something his family was very much against throughout time. He could only guess just how happy they were made when his suicide attempts started drifting off to a stop.

He bared his teeth briefly, a low snarl drifting from him. He had to stop thinking about that. That was the point of wandering. To stop thinking. He let out a puff of air, little wisps of flame following through.

And then he felt a body crash into his. Immediately a snarl escaped his mouth, his hand nearly instinctively grabbing onto the person, while the other drawing back to strike. Fire was beginning to swirl around his hand. Until he realized who was in his grasp. He lowered his hand before snorting," You need to watch where you are going Olivia."