The large school looms up in front of her and she smiles. She sees her friends standing near the front and yells, “Hey Layla!” Whispering a quick spell, she waves her hands behind her back and a small jewelry box appears in her hands. The perfect gift for her best friend on the first day of school. She hands Layla the jewelry box. “Here you go girl!” her loud voice echoes across the courtyard of the school. She grins at her. Layla begins to rant about how much she adores the earrings that Ever has just given her while Ever just smiles on. They walk into the school together, linked arm and arm, and pick up their schedules. As much as she loves Layla, she sometimes can’t stand her chattering. Ever finally steps away from her and says, “I’m sorry, but I really have to go. I’ll see you at lunch!” She then looks down at her schedule. _Hmmmm_ she thinks _English is first, I guess._ She then proceeds to walk down the hallway, saying hello to everyone she knows. As she walks, she couldn’t help but think _if only they knew what I really am_

"Ha mom and dad would flip if they knew where I am" Daniel laughed to himself. He noticed a girl give something to a friend. -_must be happy to be at school_- Daniel continued up to the school and revived his schedule. -_Hmm english first wonder where that is_- he thought as he began looking for his class.

Alex had rode his bike to school and parked with the rest on the rack. Alex then went and got his schedule "things don't seem to change much around here." Alex then noticed the two girls chatting and one giving the other a gift. "well except for the students" he muttered to himself. He then headed to his first class.

Lukin stepped from behind the tree nearest to the entrance of the school. His black hair blew in the wind slightly, light blue undertones visible for the briefest seconds between lifts. With a flick of his hand he was carrying his satchel, green painted fingernails digging into his palm with the slight nervous twitch. So many people were here, so many and yet he couldn't feel the throngs of witches and warlocks that he could on the Mist Isles. Not fully understanding why, he felt calmer than he had in quite a few months...that probably had to do with the other lack on his senses. The feeling of so few hunters in the area. Honestly he couldn't pinpoint any, even if he could see them standing in a crowd. They were too human to do that with. Only the tattoos that were usually on them game them away, giving off the slight aura of something slightly more. The schedule that he picked up at the front gave him...English first, Advanced Calc second....Athletics third...the rest could wait till later. First things first, get to English before the bell. He successfully reached his goal, laughing to himself a little as he strolled into the empty class, sitting down near to the window on the second row.

Ramona exhaled the last bit of smoke from her lungs before throwing the lot cigarette down and crushing it into the ground with the toe of her boot. Addictions never die easy. She dusted off her black shorts and kept her deep red colored jacket pulled tightly around her body. As she entered the school, her hood went over her darkest black colored hair. She avoided any eye contact as she looked at her schedule. Avoiding eye contact was the best thing, even though she wore contacts that made her eyes appear normal, they still sometimes looked too fake. English? Oh, lovely. She strolled into the classroom, picking the most isolated seat she could find and the closest to the window she could get also. She dropped her hood once she took her seat and stared out the window. Students rushed to class past the classroom door, sending loud bursts of chatter and laughter in. Ramona pressed her red colored fingernails into her bottom lip. Hopefully, this day would end soon. So many people, so many faces, unfamiliar faces at that. She swallowed back her fears and shook her right black mid-calf boot nervously. Paranoid? Maybe, but she had reason to be.

Ever proceeds to walk into her English classroom, smiling at the teacher. She looks around and notices a guy sitting near the window in the second row. She crinkles her nose. This guy doesn't look familiar to her. She hasn't seen him around. Not wanting to be bothered with the irritation of a new student, she sits in her usual seat toward the back of the class and sets her bag down next to her. She waves her hand and a small mirror appears in her hands. She begins to examine her face, looking for any makeup smudges.

Daniel found the english class noticing other students plus the teacher were already there. He took a look around the room and saw a sit in front of a girl looking out the window. "Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?" Daniel asked with a small smile.

Alex arrived in the English class and just glanced around the room. He just sighed and took his usual seat right near the door. Once he sat down that's when it hit him, the brand on his back felt warm. "shit" he muttered under his breath as he tried to keep his mind off of it by taking out his notebook and started working on his sketch of a sword again.

Ramona caught the male figure out of the corner of her eye. She smiles softly, "It's open. Feel free to take it." She said softly, her voice a gentle bell-like tone. Ramona made eye contact with him for a moment, before looking back out the window. Her finger nails rapped on the desk once gently and she watched a single bird fly come out of the tree and fly around in small elegant circles. The bird flew where her eyes moved, until she looked away, remembering not to draw attention to herself by using her magic to play with nature, and the bird landed back into the tree it first flew from. Ramona enjoyed nature, the beauty of it was pleasant to view. However, it would be much better if she could take the fake contacts out of her eyes. She blinked as her eyes watered and she wiped away the tear with her index finger.

It was odd, how when the two witches entered the room, Lukin smiled and pulled his energies in. They formed a small energy shield around him, invisible to humans. There was a strange itch on the back of his neck as the last few kids trickled in, though he couldn't tell which human was causing him to feel slightly sick. There was a feeling of red behind him, his black haired head turned toward the girl behind him. He couldn't see her face, but the side of her jacket was a wonderful shade of almost blood red. With a little snicker he ran a hand back through his hair, the low chuckle that followed a soft vibration. This would be a great year if he could just keep people with her witchy feel around him. Of course he didn't know what type of witch she was, so he still has reason to hold himself back. The guy who came up to ask her for the seat between them made him lift an eyebrow, before he pulled out his school book from his bag. The nature magic out the window didn't go unnoticed, but he didn't respond to it simply because it would have been obvious, and an intrusion. The teacher would have to start the lesson soon enough.

Ever looks up as the bell rings once again and everyone begins to sit down in their seats. The teacher, Mr. Sanders, a man that Ever has become accustomed to teaching her, calls the class to order. She smiles and tucks her mirror away in her bag. She begins to listen silently. "Now, some of you I have taught before," he says, looking directly at her. "And others I have not. So before we begin getting started with class today, I want you to stand up and tell us a little bit about yourselves. Give us your name, favorite color and favorite author." He points to Daniel. "You. Go first please." Ever smiles, glad that she chose a back row seat rather than a front one. At least she would be one of the last ones going.

Daniel looked at Mr sanders then stood up. "Hmm well hi everyone, I'm Daniel, my favorite author is probably Jonathan maeberry. Uhh favorite color would be pink." Daniel said a bit awkwardly. _forgot some teachers do this_ Daniel thought as he sat back down.

Ramona hears a vibrating chuckle, and sees a soft hint of blue out of the corner of her eye. A smile crosses her lips as she looks two seats ahead of her, a warlock, the bottom layer of his hair a beautiful layer of stunning blue. She made eye contact with him, but could feel his uneasiness through his energy, and her paranoia kicked in again. She ducked her head, swinging her hair at an attempt to cover the scar across the right side of her face and the scars on her neck. She dared not look back up, and just listened to the conversation between the teacher to the students, then listen to the student, whom introduced himself as Daniel, speak to the class. She kept her eyes alert, cutting them across the room then back with her hands folded nearly in her lap. Ramona wanted to run, why did she even come back to school after what happened. She shook her right boot again, silently hoping the teacher would overlook her. Maybe she could cast a spell to make herself invisible to the teacher? Too risky. Just calm down, Ramona, calm down.

When the teacher looked to the boy, named Daniel, the warlock's smile grew. This guy was pretty average,...then and again that's what made him a rather interesting study. Lukin would have to inquire as to his life so far. That was until he felt the sickly vibration coming off of the witch behind him. There was such a nervous energy radiating from her that it honestly made him feel a little jittery as well. He pushed out tendrils from himself, trying to give her some sort of calm energy before she set the whole classroom a-buzz. Honestly he was concentrating so hard on those tendrils that he hardly noticed his name being called, but with a little lopsided grin he stood. For a seventeen year old ...he was rather tall. Though the wired muscles that spanned his body told of a life with some discipline. His black hair hid the blue well, unless he flashed his feathers or shook it up. He did neither so no one could see the odd colors. The deep voice seemed to absorb into the walls, the lilting accent made into a caress by the power that went with it. It was obviously a voice that wasn't done maturing, but once it did it could either be the most wonderful sound, or a terrible thunder. "Wonderful new year all, my name is Luke, my favorite color is turquoise....and my favorite author would have to be Anne Bishop." He gave a little head nod to the teacher before he sat down.

The teacher turns to Ramona and says, "Your turn." ---- Ever still smiles, looking at all of the people in the class. She knew a few these kids wouldn't make it pass a couple days, but she didn't think that there would be this many. She leans back in her chair.

Ramona slowly takes a deep breath and stands, pulling her jacket tighter around her. "Uh, I'm Ramona. Red is definitely my favorite color, for now. And my favorite author would have to be the great poet, Robert Frost." She said all in one breath before sitting down quickly and crossing her legs under her desk. She didn't like being the center of attention, too many people she didn't know. What if someone recognized her from the news last year? What if someone remembered her face all this time? Ramona shook her foot nervously before looking back up to the male whom introduced himself as Lukin. His energy he projected made her feel less neevous. She, however, kept her guard up and senses heightened. Ramona smiled softly, placing the end of her red fingernails against her bottom lip. She looked down at her desk silently, listening as the introductions of each student continued.

A young woman ran up to the school, Late as usual and decided to use a bit of magic a misty cloud appeared at her feet and it took her quickly through the doors and into a class room. She saw another girl with her eyes, she must have the smae fate as her..? Flair's dirty blonde hair was in a messy bun and she looked as if she just came from a rock concert. her aura probably read : Irritated she glared at the desk and scribbled her name on a paper ready to write notes. She down and her cloud disappeared "Uggh.."

Alex was doing his best to ignore the burning sensation, but he felt it increase when Ramona began to speak. Alex glanced over at her while she was speaking and could feel the tattoo get hot. <of course I run into one in the first period, though on doesn't usually make it this hot> He thinks to himself not knowing the truth.