Steven returned to watch the transition, day after day in order to see the mysterious brunette. He would observe, draw or write down his findings and hope they would help him figure out who this guy was. A week passed and all the information he really had was what the boy looked like.

One day in class, he happened to hear a few female students talking about a recently new student of night class. He decided to carefully listen in, knowing it would be nothing but gossip, but it was better than nothing. Waiting patiently as they continued their girlish babble of how "adorable" and "charming" he was, they finally revealed the name of the student they had their eyes on;

Anthony Stark.

Stark. That last name sounded familiar to Steven, he just couldn't place where he heard the name. He decided that when he returned to his dorm, he would search the name on the internet. Upon searching, Steven found quite a bit of information, more than he thought he would anyway.

Anthony Edward Stark, age 14. He was from America and heir to the largely renowned Stark Industries. Steven looked at the small logo at the bottom of his laptop to discover the similar company logo.

Well that explains where he knew the name.

Steven found solace in the fact the boy was from America. He was from there himself, and was starting to feel like he was never going to find someone who would be with him in the state of cultural anonymity. Steven decided to continue his search to find out more. He found many headlines stating that Anthony was one of the best up-and-coming engineers of the time, and he had only just entered high school (and at an early age at that). It spoke of some of his creations that had astounded many, and they all spoke of how he was following right in his father's footsteps.

The boy WAS a genius after all. He was part of a well known and powerful family. He was truly worthy of the Elite status that came with his white uniform. But there had to be more to it. A few day class students came from some pretty powerful families, so what was it that truly made the night class so different?

Looking at the time and seeing that it was getting late, Steven closed his laptop deciding that his want for information was satisfied for now. He crawled into bed, compiling all of the information in his head to tie up a few loose ends as he drifted off to sleep...

The next day, Steven sat in his usual spot to watch the transition as usual. He waited for his study subject, the one that would help him figure out the mystery of the night class once and for all. He seemed to drift off into his own little world, eyes unconsciously following the brunette as he passed by. Steven snapped back to reality only to realize that Anthony was looking back at him. He wore a curious smirk as he noticed the blonde that was watching him intently.

Knowing he had been caught, Steven quickly snatched up his things and left for his dorm. He worried. Now he would have to find a new location to observe, knowing Anthony would probably be freaked out seeing him there everyday, watching him. Now that Steven thought about it, it did sound kind of creepy. But it was all for the sake of solving the mystery, right?

Steven's pace slowed as he started to think. "This would be better if I had an actual chance to speak to him." he said to himself. "But when would that ever happen? They keep us all separated like black and white sheep...". He stopped as a flier caught his eye. It was different from the ones he had seen floating around the hallway. He read it to himself with a feeling his problems had been solved.

DAY AND NIGHT CLASS MEET&GREET

All student must attend (unless address by an instructor)

Semi- Formal, 6:00 PM in the Grand Hall, September 21st.