Dean wiped his head and body with a towel and stepped out of the shower, turning it off. He walked over to his locker with his towel around his waist and opened it. He was about to grab his clothes,but he noticed that they were reduced to a pile of ashes. He curled his fists and punched the neighboring cabinet, denting it heavily. "I HATE it when this happens. Great, I might probably get my ass kicked because of walking back to the dorm naked," muttered the boy, sadly grabbing his book-filled bag and hoisting his towel up.
He cautiously peeped out of the room before tip-toing out. He managed to go out of the Athletics department unscathed and unseen, but when he passed the Harrington House, a voice made him jump in suprise.
"Oh my, has someone burned your clothes or something, pauper? Or do you simply have no money to buy some?" said the voice. Dean turned around and was about to retort angrily, but he froze when he saw a boy with brown hair and Aquaberry clothes. 'Darn it, a prep! I should've stayed quiet when I heard the accent! And crap... i'ts a Vendrome! Oh man, my cousin might get fired...' thought Dean stepping backwards and gulping in fright.
