Shiro sat stupidly for a moment or two, the conversations that had transpired around her seemingly leaving her in a stupor. She frowned. 'Familiars' and the quest to become the best mage sounded so... outlandish and childish to her ears, but the fire-cat that had suddenly appeared and the determination of Shinji could not easily be dismissed as fairy tales.
She looked around after attempting to digest the information that had assailed her thinking, only to find the room empty. Nobody was around, not even the teacher, and there was no sound at all emenating from the corridor outside. Snapping herself upright she grabbed her bag, the sudden change in height causing black and red spots to float in front of her vision. As Shiro made her way to the door, her eyes fell to the window just in time to see a big, red bus appear in front of her classmates. Who were outside and beginning to board it. Without her. Now was the time of reckoning - did she really want to join a group that was full of eletists? Cursing, she ran to the classroom door, yanked it open and sprinted down the hallway, praying she'd make it in time.