[centre][b]Freija[/b][/centre]

Survival, eh? Seemed like a worthy class to be learnt in an academy like this, though it still struck Freija as the tiniest bit odd. Survival was something she believed came naturally, and was about luck as much as anything else. She would make it a point to ask Third about these classes, and if she could perhaps maybe sneak a tiny peek sometime, though she knew that would be just as much invasion of privacy as disruption of class, so she dismissed the thought with a shake of her head. Blinking up at the man again, he seemed ever distant, and this elicited a little sigh from her. She was even about to open her mouth to say something, when he effortlessly picked himself up and the distance between them grew. She was the slightest bit grateful; the man's presence left an unnatural chill in her bones. Just disliking a person was one thing, and so was being afraid of a person, but the strong sense of decay that he radiated gave her a premonition that chilled her bones even further, and she had to blow into her hands to warm them. Especially unlikely on a nice, warm, sunny day as it was outside. Though something struck her as she noticed the man walk away. He didn't seem like the type to smile. Something interesting must have happened, but looking in the direction which he was going, all she could make out were the silhouettes of three people, one of them being the near-familiar one of the headmistress. Two of them were much taller, soon to be joined by the fourth on its way there. She couldn't help but trail along behind the undead man, though not by direct route, she aimed to make her way there somehow.

Wandering aimlessly through crowds of students and teachers alike, and having a decent number already reach the point of almost tripping on her gown, she continued to fawn internally over all the different races brought together by the institution. A young lady of some Satyr origin stood speaking to the man she'd seen earlier with the sword, and the human and dragoid from earlier were still at it. Though one of them seemed a little distracted. Curiosity made her stop and study them for a bit. Fine lads, like the rest of the school. There were so many different aura signatures, it was like each radiated a little differently. And even if she didn't look, she could feel the magical energy from some of them, reaching out to mingle with hers and with each others. Anyone versed in any kind of magic could have told if their magical energy was given off. 
It was pretty much a given, as well as the magical ability, to anyone even interested in the art. And if taught, one of the first lessons would have been to learn to sense it around them.

Regardless, she kept her distance from the little group consisting of the headmistress, two boys and James. Her lips came together in a thin line a little, at the stealth with which the man moved and came up behind the unsuspecting boy. Though he was definitely a frail thing, she thought. He seemed to be smiling, but there was something about those eyes that gave something away. Sadness? No. Forcing something, more like it. 
[i] Approach the group? Keep a distance? Maybe just a little bit...I want to know what's going on. I want to ask Third about the classes. I want to get answers, I want to meet these people. Will they be my students?[/i]
Her thoughts guiding her, she found her legs walking of their own accord, as casually as she could, over to the little group of people that had gathered. For precaution, she hung close to third, excusing herself and introducing herself to the two boys there. "I'm starting to think walking around asking students if they've opted for the magic classes here miiight just get me killed." she laughed, a dry, half-serious laugh in the presence of the undead man. It was ironic. It was funny. She just couldn't force it out, though. "Hah...name's Freija Kiraiian. Rather, perhaps Miss Kiraiian for the two of you. Pleasure to make your acquaintances." she let the Teachers' ring she wore on her right ring-finger catch the light and glow a pretty shade. "Teacher of Magic Mastery."
She puffed her chest out. Each time the title left her lips, she felt a little prouder, and surer of herself and her presence at the academy. And who was to blame her? For a first year teacher, even more than being a student, it was going to be quite difficult and she'd need all the self-confidence she could get.
"Either of you unlucky enough to be stuck with me for the next few semesters?"