Tanja Williams
The third son of the Ootori family had been kept exceptionally busy by the Host Club's activities, but early in the morning near the last day of the festival, he made a quick check to make sure he wasn't needed, and quietly disappeared for a walk around campus.
He stopped in at several different booths that he hadn't had a chance to see before -- the art club's, the music club's, and finally wended his way towards the Black Magic Club, just to see what they were up to. As he recalled, they were doing fortune telling, and while he wasn't a superstitious sort, that sort of incentive could be useful as blackmail or bribes sometimes ... and if nothing else, it was a polite gesture to visit with one of their regular guests and see how her club was faring.
Kyouya paused at the entrance of their little ring of mystically-adorned tents. Quite the show, he decided, as they were painted with magical symbols and hung about with herbs that he assumed were intended to serve a specific purpose. "Good morning," he called politely.
