"Well, what now?" Bay asks, looking over at Genevieve. "You're the one with the brilliant ideas. What do we do now?" Genevieve fumes and she knows her eyes turn dark red. She growls at him and he narrows his eyes right back at her. She grits her teeth and forces herself to calm back down. Her eyes return to their normal color and she looks around. Suddenly, there's a wisp sound against the floor and she turns around to see another letter slide under the door. She raises an eyebrow and walks over to it, picking it up. She opens it and begins to read it aloud. 
"Dear Gemstones," it starts. "I fear that you will have to wait a little bit to meet me. I was hoping that when you all came together, you would be working together immediately. Obviously I overestimated the power of teenage will. So, for the time being, you will be in this house alone and without guidance until you learn to work together and live together. There are six rooms in this house where you all will be staying, one for every two of you. Your gemstone and the gemstone of the person that you will be staying with is on the door. As an added fact, there are room throughout the house that you should not go into, all of the third floor for example. But most of the second and first floor you may go into. The second floor is built for training, your powers mostly. There is a room for mind training and a room for physical training and rooms for each of your individual powers that you may train in. 

“You’re probably wondering why there are only half of the Gemstones in the room. Well, the others have been a little… late in getting their letters. But no matter. Continue on as you would if all of you were there. The others will be showing up later. Please, do training and work together. But don’t kill each other. That means you, Roxy. Signed, R.K.” Genevieve finishes the letter. “Well, I guess he gave us what we’re supposed to do next. Let’s go find our rooms and roommates.”