Valechka kept her front turned away from Mikhail, pretending as if she didn't hear him. "Right. Beat up little girl. That will definitely make others think you are big strong man" she mumbled, thinking she was still speaking her native tongue, not knowing that their language had somehow been changed. With that, she chuckled quietly with herself.

Growing up where she did, Valechka was used to things being quiet. In the summer, she harvested fruit and potatoes; late summer, she made kompot with grandmama; in the winter, she'd freeze and hope for the cold to end. It never got that much warmer, and it definitely was not as hot as Four Winds. Valechka didn't like very much. She listened quietly as the stranger introducing himself as one of their instructors began to speak. She was a little skeptical still, after all, witch craft had just been used on her. At least, so it seemed. Then, when he used the word "magic", Valechka had a feeling in her gut that she had made the wrong choice. Granted, she had the feeling since she had arrived on school grounds.

"Convinced?" she thought.

Mere minutes later, Valechka caught a glimpse of something on the corner of her eye. She turned around to see a girl changing into awild animal. She backed away. "Ah!" she screamed, stepping back into Annabelle. She turned around. "Am sorry!" she shouted, then ducked under her ruck sack. She took on a crouching position, potato in hand. She looked ready to attack something.