Destialis sighed, dragging her backpack on the ground behind her on the way to school. She really wish she could fly there, but no doubt the normals would be shocked to find a teenage girl gliding on black wings towards the high school. At her old town and school, everyone there knew that there were supernatural entities there and things were so much easier. She honestly didn't care if people there knew she was an angel, maybe then they would treat her with some respect. But no, the high school does not tolerate such. Neither does her garrison leader and father, Castiel. And she was not about to cross her father, he gets a bit scary when crossed. She approached the school, finally slinging her backpack over her shoulder. She kept her wings invisible, she had to do so until she got in the school. Even while she was in there, full transformation to her true angel form is frowned upon, as well as using her powers. It really is a bother sometimes. She went up to the attendance clerk in the main office, a nice lady named Mrs. Garrison, a cat-shifter. Mrs. Garrison looked up as Destialis approached. "Oh, hello dear. You must be one of the new students. Name, please?" "Destialis Novak." Mrs. Garrison nodded and shuffled through her papers, handing one to Destialis. "Here's your schedule. I do hope you enjoy a safe and educational time here at 7 Sins High." The cat-shifter's face fell a bit at the "Safe" part, and Destialis noted it. Must be because of the murders. Destialis thought absently. "Thank you." She walked off, reading her schedule.
1st period: Angel studies with Mr. Zachariah
2nd: Fight Training with Mr. Singer
3rd: P.E With Mr. Celosar
4th: Healing with Mrs. Lillie
5th:Art with Mrs. Bupp
6th:History with Mr. Celosar
Destialis was still deep in thought, not seeing the other student in front of her until she bumped into him "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She said as they both tumbled to the ground. She locked eyes with his for a moment. "I'm Destialis. New here, sorry about that." She got up quickly, a light flush coating her face. She held out her hand to help the boy up. He looked like the type of boy to play heavy sports, like football or hockey. Great. A small voice in the back of her head warned her that he might be mad, and with a build like his, even as an angel she'd have a hard time fighting him. She ignored it. Destialis's black wings popped out, and she didn't notice. She felt their weight all the time. They shifted nervously, expressing her emotions.