Mara glanced over at the other two people in class and bit her lip softly. Her da had told her she needed to make friends but she didn't have a clue as to how to do that. Did she just walk over and say hi? Wait for them to approach her? Oh god, why did she have to have been raised in a cave away from other people, she didn't know what in the world she was supposed to do!

After his recharge Lersa let out a large sigh, Making his way to a class seeing a few students pass, tracking their traces with his robotic eye's, Entering the classroom quickly he sat down next to whoever possible or near a plug plugging himself in again.

Well, Matilda thought, that was the one of the better responses to one of her freak-out facts. She decided to take that as a win.
When Saxon introduced himself, she nodded along politely.
"Matilda," she offered simply, though her heart sank when he paused by the doorway of her next class. She had only just managed to salvage a conversation and now he had a whole hour to see how weird she was. Shrugging, she marched inside the classroom, shooting him a grin as she walked past. Not much she could do about it now
There wasn't many people in the class; a girl with a mini skirt chatting to another boy, and one boy who seemed to have a fake eye....surely it was just the crazy fashion trends people were into these days - though it did look very realistic and high tech. Matilda found herself staring, then realised it could be considered rude and looked down hurriedly. She spotted a small, shy-looking girl sat alone and looking mentally conflicted. Slightly daunted by this new place, she slid into a chair besides her - figuring she seemed the least intimidating - and shot her a small smile.
Matilda then found herself checking there was another empty chair nearby, just in case Saxon...never mind.

John looked around as the class filled up. There was one guy with some crazy body modifications, a girl who looked the typical definition of a nerd, and a shy looking girl, obviously conflicted on whether she should talk to anyone. John opened up his notebook and began sketching. He started off sketching the fairy ring outside the entrance to the Kingdom of the Fairies. Then he began sketching the castle where he had spent most of his time as a young child. This was the first time he'd be sleeping away from home. John smiled to himself and continued sketching the different fairies that walked down the streets of the capital of the Kingdom of the Fairies, Faeton Hollow.

Within moment's Lersa let out a large sigh at a fully charged note, Unplugging himself he looked around to note a few more people walking in, One girl with a pair of glasses and a few freckles, A 'Nerd' they called them, Lersa's eye started to scan over the body trying to identify what she was until noticing her staring, Standing up he walked over his left arm letting out a zap "You were staring at me ma'am?"

Elizabeth noticed more people coming into the classroom. She cleared her throat seeing a girl with glasses, a shy girl and a guy with robotic features. Eli stood up from her chair fixing her highwaisted skirt and walking towards the garbage throwing out some paper. She sighed looking out the classrooom door seeing if more people were coming into the classroom but no one was showing up. Elizabeth now walked back to her chair smiling at the others as she sat down raising a leg ontop of the other and running a hand through her hair making a fishyblow face looking around. It was so boring. She turned to the guy(John) and smiled at him. "Hiii. Im Elizabeth." She looked down athis paper seeing fairies. "Ooh. Fairies..." she was a big fan of that race.

John looked over his shoulder at the girl who had called herself Elizabeth. "Oh I'm John Faeton. Heir to the Kingdom of the Fairies," John said extending his hand and flashing a smile.

Elizabeth smiled at John extending her hand and shaking hands with him. "You're a fairy?" She smiled at him taking her hand back. "Im a witch. Its nice to meet you, John. And very good drawing."

Saxon watched as Matilda stepped in the direction of class indicating they were in the same one, he smiled at her holding open the door in a gentlemanly fashion allowing her to walk through. His gaze ran over the other pupils in the class and he contemplated where to sit. He noticed Matilda take a seat besides another girl and he shot them both a grin as he noted the spare chair besides her. He walked towards the seat placing his bag on the table, but before taking the seat his gaze was caught by the guy or machine or cyborg was it that spoke. He frowned slightly at his words glancing at Matilda before looking back at the guy, "I'm sure she meant no harm by looking, we're all new here and sometimes it takes a few moments to memorise a face - the names Saxon" he spoke calmly trying diffuse any tension that might have otherwise been created, wanting to try and keep a friendly air to the conversation.

"Yeah," Matilda blurted out at the man with the strange eye and a tiny, tiny part of her brain was telling her that this was one of those times where you're just supposed sit down and shut up. But Matilda, being Matilda, couldn't do that.
"Cool eye," she said honestly, noting absently that the classroom was beginning to fill up around her. Saxon walked up to her, saying something to smooth over the situation but she carried on talking - her curiosity was something she couldn't control, "Is it a real, non-real eye?"
Of course, it didn't occur to her that she was offending anyone.

Nicholas used most of the morning arranging his things. Organizing vials of different magical ingredients into shelves, carefully classifying them based on their use and effects. Thankfully there's a little fireplace in his room where he can place his cauldron and do most of his potion work. He also set up half of the room into his work place which is much bigger compare to his previous work place in his nuncle's house. Stack of books put away neatly on his study table, plus a few apparatus for brewing things cluttered most of his desk. After making sure everything's in place, he decided its time to go.

At first glance, Nicholas looks like your typical witch boy. Black robes on, pointy hat, messy honey blond curls that frames his square face, pale skin, and a little skinny for his 6 and 4 height. His not much into fashion, but sees to it that he's decent to look at. He stand a wee bit too proud for most people's taste, but he likes it that way. His first way of establishing a wall around himself to new people. But today, he cant help but feel a little nervous. Its his first time getting out of that cave he calls a work place for what feels like ages. It makes him really uncomfortable seeing this much people around his age when the only interaction he had in years were with his nuncle and some old folks in their neighborhood.

He started to walk a little faster, his eyes straight ahead. Fortunately, he had memorized the directions of his rooms from the map the school gave him. It didnt took him long to get to his first class. But by the time he got there, a couple kids had already got there before him. He casually walked in and find himself a seat a little farther back near a window. He can feel a few eyes on him, but pretended to not notice them by looking around instead. Most of them are already engaged in conversations. Some are just waiting to be talked to or perhaps not interested in talking at all. He noticed that this has been the strangest sort he has seen so far, ranging from merfolk, to faerie folk, to demon folk, to vampires and ghouls, to strangely shiny looking kids he's probably ever laid eyes on. Nicholas just sat there, befuddled, wondering how he'll cope to all of these for the rest of the year.

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Elizabeth smiled at John extending her hand and shaking hands with him. "You're a fairy?" She smiled at him taking her hand back. "Im a witch. Its nice to meet you, John. And very good drawing."

John nodded/ "Cool. And yeah it's a fairy thing. I'm all in touch with nature and art and that shit. You know whoever came up with that description was an uneducated mortal. I have met hundreds of fairy who couldn't draw a stick figure. And most fairies don't even have powers over nature other than making plants grow," John said, getting a bit heated. "Sorry. I'm starting to sound like my father," he said laughing

Elizabeth smiled at John as he kept talking about the fairies but she loved it. She was a big fan of the fairies and it was interesting to hear someone talk about fairies, especially a guy, it was cute. She shooked her head giggiling. "Noo its fine. Dont worry. I love fairies, huge fan of em. " she smiled at him bitting her bottom lips and going back to her notebook writing

Mara noticed someone sit next to her and she gave the girl a timid smile, seeing two other boys walk over. One of them seemed to have come in with the girl that sat next to her and the other was inquiring about the girl staring. Mara sat there quietly, not at all sure what she should say or do. She bit her lip, wondering if she should just suck it up and say hi. She took a deep breath and turned to the girl, feeling a little less intimated by her than the boys. "Dia Duit. I-I mean, h-hello." She stammered, wanting to slap herself as the Gaelic word slipped out. She blushed at her stammering and at the fact that her Irish accent was very, very noticeable.

Johnathan was thrusted out of his slumber which seemed to last for an eon of time. His eyes aimed at the digital clock affixed aloft the small table adjacent to his bed. "I hope I'm not late". He took a hefty swig of a freshly cracked "monster", the humorous libation slithering down his throat in it's refreshing bearing. He grabbed his bag off the floor, flicking the light switch. After the light winked off, Johnathan made his way to his allocated classroom.

Inside the confines of the room were several students, a royal fairy roommate, a mechanical contraption hooked up to an outlet, a cave-girl debating about who to speak to, a smooth operator flirting with some awkward dame, harry potter's equivalent, and a nerdy broad.

His conscience was flooded with the galvanic torque of his metaphysical gears, grinding to process this entire scenario. "There. In the Backseat." He strided past the other students trying to avoid any social contact for their benefit and his own. "Deedle, Deedle don't mind me." He cynically mumbled under his breath.

With a gust of fresh air and a swirl of flowers, a girl appeared in front of the academy. Bright purple eyes looked around at everything as her light purple hair settle beside her as she walked towards the room she was meant to be. Her bare feet taking in the cool ground. Once she reached the room she looked around not knowing what to do next.

Lersa raised an eyebrow as his eye zoomed in onto Matilda to scan her vital signs nodding "Indeed it is...I can see your vital signs as we speak, Not everyday you get someone looking towards a Cyborg." Lersa turned his vision towards Saxon nodding "If this is your friend or woman or whatever, I'm only talking." He realized that because of how
aggressive he looked with his augmentation's he would get that response as he shook his head "No aggression, It's unusual for me to be looked at, More of which people get creeped out and move away."

"A c-cyborg?!" Matilda stuttered, a little alarmed. Her eyes widened to saucer-like proportions behind her lenses and she adjusted them nervously. But then of course she just had to say something dumb like...
"You mean like the terminator?" she asked, her voice calmer "Wow! I should love to know how that works. What computer sys-"
She bit her tongue as she realised she was launching into full-out geek mode - which was quite rare for her as she didn't know she possessed speech brakes before. Normally she just ploughed out through her science talk but it was the first day and she supposed she'd like to end it with a least some friends.
"Sorry" she apologised, grinning "I'm a tad inquisitive! People also get creeped out and move away when I launch into proper nerd speak..."
She realised then that the pretty, shy girl was saying something. She appeared to start in a different language but settling it into a 'hello'.
"Hello", Matilda said brightly.
God, Matilda thought. This is perhaps the most people she had talked to in a single day!
"Interesting language - I come from England so I know what a different country feels like. Though at least I don't have to contest with a different language..."
Out the corner of her eye, she noticed another boy and a girl - who looked pretty enough to be a goddess - enter the room. Why did everyone here look like supermodels?! She tried not to feel self conscious...

Lersa laughed a little as he nodded his head "Aye a cyborg...Able to run fast, Think quick and lift stuff also..." Growling his hand changed into some sort of cannon "In case I get full on assaulted of course and my computer systems are basically N.A.S.A Level computers." he turned his vision to the shy girl nodding towards her "Ah hello miss, Come talk if you wish" Scanning her vitals to check what she is then looking to the two in the corner scanning them, Seem's he has a habit of doing that.

Saxon shot Matilda a look of disbelief as she proceeded to keep talking, he wasn't sure what the aim of this guy was and sometimes she seemed to lack a filter and he was worried things would break out within the next few minutes if he was to take offence. However as the guy reassured him there was no aggression behind his actions he dipped his head in acknowledgement of the fact and chuckled silently to himself about the choice of words he had used to describe his and Matilda's brief acquaintance. He took the seat and listened into the conversation smiling over at Mara as she introduced herself.