[Andrew can feel it in his lungs before anyone else. His ice manipulation makes him sensitive to it. He coughs once then swallows, recomposing himself. He wants to follow the smoke and tell whoever it is off. Maybe freeze their cigarette. But he doesn't. It's outdoors and it's not as though this part of campus is smoke-free. But still, he's patrolling this area at the time and he knows he'll have to walk through it. He scowls then brings his coffee up to his lips to take a drink. However, nothing seems to be coming out of his nearly full coffee cup. He glances at it and groans. The brown liquid is frozen solid in the cup] God dammit!













