Talon had very sneakily teleported through the wall of survival class to ensure he wasn't seen to be late. He knew James would somehow know that he was the slightest bit late but he had hoped he would let him off with it even though it was extremely unlikely. He watched the new students drink their viles and pondered as to what James had put in them this year. A placebo? Some Poison? A laxative? He hoped it was a laxative, that was always funny.

K'shaar was in his magic class as soon as the door had opened. He was sitting patiently, making small fireballs and then destroying them just above his furry palms. Almost falling asleep as he waited on his teacher to arrive. When she did he snapped to attention, his back straightening and his head sending his hood flying back.