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Tuning out the excessively loud electronic music that blared from a few doors down the residence hall proved to be a fairly easy task for Monalisa Brooks. All the young woman had to do was put in her earbuds, crank up her own tunes, and simply get lost in her writing; so that was what she did. Mona sat in the chair that was directly in front of her bedroom window with a notebook and ink pen resting in her lap, ready to be put to good use. Writing lyrics was therapeutic for Monalisa; ever since her mother had advised her to give up singing, it gave her an opportunity to express what she was feeling in the only way she really knew how. It had gotten pretty late, but Mona didn't mind; she had always been a bit of a night owl, and there was no way that she was going to be able to turn in while there was a whole party happening on the same floor. 

Mona had never been a party person, which explained why she was spending that night locked away in her bedroom. Sure, Mona loved being in an environment where everyone understood what she was going through. She loved being surrounded by people who also had strange abilities and, much like her, were still trying to figure out how to control them. She'd finally found a place where she could be completely herself. But thanks to her naturally introverted nature, being around so many people at once for a prolonged period of time would have been both mentally and emotionally draining. The combination of loud conversation, noisy music, flashing lights, and large crowds of people would surely have been enough to give her sensory overload. [color=#0388C9]"Nah, I think I'll just catch the next one,"[/color] Mona had said softly to her roommate earlier on, [color=#0388C9]"I'm not really in the mood to party right now..."[/color] Mona and her roommate were complete opposites; while Mona was more quiet and reserved, the other girl was a true wild child. She tried to beg Mona to tag along for a few more moments before finally giving up and heading out to the party alone.

With her roommate out at the party, Mona was left to enjoy her alone time. She wrote furiously, only stopping to skip a song on her playlist or grab something to eat. It was only when she took a quick glance out of the window that she finally put her pen down and closed her notebook.

One trait that Monalisa definitely inherited from her mother was her nosiness, though she'd often brush it off as just being naturally observant or curious. So there Mona was, sitting at the edge of her slightly uncomfortable chair, her nose nearly pressed against the cool glass window as she peered down at the scene below. The young woman had to squint and cup her hands around her eyes in order to see things more clearly. Although she had only been at the academy for a couple of months, Mona already knew this place like the back of her hand thanks to her late night strolls. She knew a lot of the faculty as well, the headmaster included, which was why it wasn't too hard for her to come to the conclusion that it was he who she had been watching. Who she didn't recognize, however, were the two figures that stood across from him; one taller figure wore what appeared to be a gold and blue mask, and the other was smaller and had the physique of a young child. 

Monalisa watched with peak curiosity as the headmaster held out a black capsule to the masked stranger, who grabbed it from his hand while shoving the child towards him. The exchange was quick; the headmaster caught the child and put an arm around him as the masked man headed in the opposite direction, the capsule tightly tucked under his arm. Mona craned her neck to see if she could get a closer look at the child, but she'd only caught a glimpse of his face before he was ushered inside of the building. [color=#0388C9]"Well, isn't that odd?"[/color] Mona muttered to herself before unexpectedly receiving an answer.

"Very odd," Mona's roommate said from behind her, causing the young woman to nearly jump out of her skin. She turned to see the younger girl standing in the doorway; she must have been so interested in what was going on in the courtyard that she didn't hear the door be pushed open. "And here I was thinking that [i]I[/i] was the nosy one. Girl, you look like my grandmother when those weird salesmen come knocking on her neighbor's front door." Shaking her head, Mona simply shrugged her shoulders and turned back to face the window; it was in that moment that she realized she wasn't the only one who'd witnessed what had just went down a few moments before.