Megan Starling
Megan had a look of boredom as she stared blankly during the orientation. Once it was finished, she stood up and yawned wide. She then walked to the nearly back of the line, looking around.
Soon enough it was her turn, raising an eyebrow she placed a hand on the glass. She was surprised when the crow started to glow brightly.
"Transfer Number #569: Megan Starling." The crow began, confusing her even further,
"No health issues. Future occupation..." then the crow squawked seemingly excitedly, making Megan jump,
"Hero! #569, Megan Starling will be the hero!" she frowned in confusion, then quickly turned and swiftly walking out of the room, this was all too much. She honestly couldn't think of...well..what to think. Her, the hero? Impossible. She's a grumpy pyromancer that torches anything that her annoys her, or at least singe. She can't, no, she shan't believe it. Singe marks start to appear on the ground where she walked as she got angrier and more frustrated with that prediction, if she wasn't calmed down soon then the whole school may set on fire. Megan passed several students on her way to the hall, she was hoping to just grab her bag and just leave, needless to say the bags were gone.