[h2][center][color=ab274f]Reagan Gideon Breckenridge[/color][/center][/h2]
When he was done with the admissions officer – and hadn’t that been fun? – Reagan took to exploring the academy’s grounds, getting a feel of the layout and memorizing some convenient locations he could displace himself to. By the time he’d made it to the party that had been advertised to them, a few students had already gathered at the snacks table. What drew Ray’s attention, however, were the teacher’s antics. A dryad was chucking balloons at some guy, and they just stuck to him, which caused the guy to shriek in outrage. Ray covered his mouth with a palm and giggled near-silently at the poor flustered professor.

Strolling to the plant woman, he whispered, [color=ab274f]“Hey, teach, watch this,”[/color] and after takin a few seconds to scan his target and the selected ‘weapons’, enacted his plan. [color=ab274f][i]Multiple delayed displacements, easy peasy,[/i][/color] Ray grinned, and with a twitch of his fingers, a shadowy portal swallowed three of the smallest balloon clusters. A second later, they reappeared right next to the human professor with a [i]poof[/i] of smoke, gently bumping into his torso, the side of his face, head, and limbs, leaving more surface of him covered than not. He barely had room enough to breathe, part of his mouth was obstructed, and only one eye was free enough to glare fiercely at the gathering.

[i][color=8882be]“What is this sorcery?!”[/color][/i] he squawked. He was probably genuinely wondering who’d done this to him, and how exactly, but the turn of the phrase was quite the unfortunate one.

[i][color=00a651]“Pfft,”[/color][/i] the dryad smirked. [i][color=00a651]“Not bad, kid,”[/color][/i] the lady of vines gave him a once over, before looking back at the riotous sight of Professor Cyrus with appreciation. [i][color=00a651]“Minus points for stealing my only source of entertainment though,”[/color][/i] she pouted. [i][color=00a651]“He’ll really leave at this rate,”[/color][/i] she muttered with a disappointed sigh.

[color=ab274f]“That [i]would[/i] be [i]a shame[/i], he looks like loads of fun to keep around,”[/color] Ray replied, undeniable amused. [color=ab274f]“Maybe y’all can convince him,”[/color] he winked at the assembly of bored or semi-occupied professors, and left for the refreshment table. Reagan situated himself so he had a prime position to watch his prank victim still struggling to peel the balloons off his body. [color=ab274f][i]This guy is just too easy. Perfect for destressing.[/i][/color] The lizard man was already helping the human professor remove the balloons, though more so for the sake of the decorations rather than to help relieve his colleague, Ray thought, the youth’s demeanour still blatantly self-satisfied.

The teenager delicately picked up a muffin, eating it neatly as he observed the goings-on. The chocolate muffin was dry and lacking in sugar content. Ray wrinkled his nose. [color=ab274f][i]Ugh, low quality food, this’ll be one of the many inconveniences of this place. Oh well,[/i][/color] he sighed, and took a rum ball next, which was marginally better. As the professors’ shenanigans weren’t getting any interesting developments at the moment, Reagan’s redirected his focus to the three female students grazing at – or in the case of the pink-haired one, devouring – the food. Two were cat-folk, and the third…[color=ab274f][i]Oh?[/i][/color] Reagan cocked his head to the side, a pleased smile spreading across his face. [color=ab274f][i]This year just got a 100% better.[/i][/color] He didn’t immediately express his eagerness to meet up with Feier, however.

[color=ab274f]“Hey, guys, I’m Ray,”[/color] he introduced himself with a grin. [color=ab274f]“So, does anyone else find this [i]fodder[/i] totally deplorable or is that just me?”[/color] he asked, tone and expression full of levity, though he was genuinely wondering. [color=ab274f]“I bet I could whip up something better,”[/color] he stated confidently. [color=ab274f]“Whoever baked this,”[/color] he sighed, and shook his head, [color=ab274f]“I kinda pity them, ya know? Though it’s really us right now that have to bear with their lack of skill,”[/color] he snorted, but nonetheless placed a roll cake on a plastic platter and proceeded to fork it into small pieces, which he ate thoughtfully.