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8:30PM.

Why in the hell did Max need to wake up at such a ridiculous hour? Stupid school. Today better be worth it, given the pointless disaster that was orientation day. He lifted a hand, flexing his fingers again. Not even a tingle. Useless. He flipped through his phone, squinting at the sudden light in the darkness. Affinity Mastery first, that was good, maybe he'd be casting rudimentary spells by the end of the day. At the very least he'd have a lead on what to look for in the libr- 

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by another alarm blaring in his face from his phone.

[color=8585AD]"Shut up! I'm up!"[/color] Max growled, tossing his phone across the room. The phone just responded with continued alarm noises. Cheeky bastard. Max regretfully rose from his bed to go turn off the noise, followed by turning the lights on in the room proper. He blinked drearily, rubbing his eyes. Another shower sounded like a good way to wake up right about now. He wondered how many he needed to take in a day before they send someone to complain.

Max grabbed a haphazard outfit that was well below a respectable level of formality and quietly walked out into the common area of the dorm, furrowing his brow a bit as he noticed the room looked uninhabited. Looks like his partner was going to be late for the first day, and probably hungry too. What a shame. Really.

He turned toward the bathroom and turned on the hot water, idly pacing in front of the mirror in a lazy way to wake himself up. He should really get a chair in here, like the ones they have for old people in the shower. Then he'd never have to leave, and he doubted anyone was bold enough to come bother him with his junk hanging out. He spent about twenty minutes in the shower, although he didn't actually do anything besides wash his hair and mope, and spent minimal time tussling his hair into something presentable (by his standards, anyway) and getting dressed before he was wordlessly leaving the dorm. 

Maybe he should've been paying more attention yesterday, he had no idea where Onyx Hall was supposed to be. He trudged away from the dorms with his hands in his pockets, apathetic gaze scanning the area for any signage that might point him in the right direction. A bit ineffective, but he'd sooner put a crossbow bolt through his head than ask any of these idiots for directions.

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