"I've had your schedule prepared already, Christpoher." Karma had reached into her desk to pull out a set of papers. Just about everything was taken care of already in terms of getting him set up. He already had a room set up, shared with one Jacob Grendurr. All of the dorm rooms had two or three beds in them for multiple students. The Mansion was big, but there were simply too many people to all have separate rooms. 

She set fourth on the end of her desk Christopher's schedule and room number. "Assuming that you have all of your things on standby, this is all you'll be needing from me. You're checked in, everything has been worked out in advance, now you just need to be in the right place at the right time, as your schedule dictates." She then went back to writing down whatever she had been working on, and only took a small glance up to Christopher. "Your teachers will be notified as soon as possible, and unless you have any questions that you would like to possibly have answered, I bid you a good day, Mister Harris." It wasn't that she was trying to be mean by pushing him off or away, not like that. Karma simply had things to do, and that was all that Christopher would have needed from her, unless of course he did want to know about something. 

That was Christopher Harris. A boy that Booker whole-heartedly spoke for when he was talking to the board about his admittance. They all knew what Booker was doing, and to be honest, Karma didn't care. Teachers had their own teams all the time including students. It was usually so that the students could jump around with the safety net of a senior 'Hero' watching over them. Him, and that other new boy, Peter. There were actually a lot of new students that he wanted on the roster. His own charge, so to speak, Jean-Paul's nephew, and the two she had just thought about as well. Lightning boy, sting boy, hard-light clone boy, shifter girl, smart girl, just to think of a few. 

Maybe it would get passed. But obviously Charles would have Booker go on a trial run before solidifying anything.

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Oh, she was right. They both shared Combat Training as well. She probably knew his and everyone else in the school's classes like it was nothing, knowing exactly who she'd see and when. She was right a second time, though. Maybe Mr. Wagner did get a little too carried away with the prank. It was a little much, but at least all was good now. Maybe Shawn should just focus on getting back at the teacher, rather than everyone else and paint a target on his own pack. 

He smiled right back at her. He would try his best not to hit Heidi, but his power wasn't completely in his control. Lightning chained and hit things freely as it pleased. So maybe he would keep on his gloves and try not to get too excited when fighting or training or whatever Miss Darkholme would have them do. "I'll do my best. Lightning isn't exactly the easiest thing to control, though." He chuckled and shrugged, realizing that he had strayed further from the cafeteria than he would have liked. "Oh, I gotta be getting food right now, though." He had been on his way to following her to the girl's dorms like some sort of creep. Once he had realized how far he had gone, he shook his head and looked at the ground briefly. "I'll catch you in a few, Heidi. Gotta stock up before Miss Darkholme puts us through the ringer!"

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Rurik Langer was the mathematics teacher known as Mars. His control over the earth itself allowed him great power almost anywhere. At the moment, he sat quietly in the room that he taught in. In his next class was another from Russia, Peter Rasputin. It would be good to see someone who still has their homeland fresh in their minds. At his little desk he had a pot of coffee. It was rather strange. He could generate immense heat, but not create fire. He could push and pull the earth, but could not combine the two in the way that Amara Aquilla was able to. She could control lava, Magma, she called herself. 

In any case, he was there, and he was alive. A book in one hand, and a cup of hot coffee on this brisk day was nice as he enjoyed the little space between periods.