Another year, another orientation. Janet only just suppressed a sigh; as a senior student, she was supposed to be a good example. She snorted. That was plain silly. She was dressed in black leggings tucked into black knee-length boots and a dark blue tunic that was rather fitted. Pushing the clothing limits, yes, but stylish.
The orientation wouldn't start for about 20 minutes, but Janet was leaning against the wall of the main hall, arms crossed, one leg braced against the wall. The look on her face radiated not interested, but she was pretty sure some boy would try to hit on her nonetheless. This time, she was unable to suppress her sigh.
Benedict was already inside the main hall, as Headmistress Nightingale usually asked the main teachers to say a few words. He exchanged smiles with the Empath and Healing teachers, nodded to the Calming teacher, and flipped off the Combat teacher. Anyone new would think that Benedict and Arthur, the Combat teacher, were enemies; however, they were actually close friends, in a strange way. They insulted, irritated, and poked fun at each other, but let anyone try to hurt one in any way. The other would make them regret it.
Arthur flipped Benedict off in return, then smirked and turned away. Benedict felt a smirk curve his own lips. He had missed this over summer break.