Cassandra studied Lorenzo for a few moments. There was just something about him that seemed familiar about him, and she wondered why. She was frowning slightly as she examined him, probably making her seem a bit creepy, but Cassandra was beyond noticing that about herself. Her left hand twitched, and she almost took her glove off. 

It was the eyes, Cassandra thought musingly, pretty much the same shape and colour as hers. And that was just a little freaky. She realized that she was staring, and shook her head as if clearing it like an etcher sketch, and she blushed, glancing away, looking up as someone else spoke. Kiddo? She thought, bemused. "Cassandra" she replied, softly, looking I the door as a tall woman with white hair and kind eyes walked in the room,

"I am Oliva Solahart, your teacher here" Oliva said, watching the students, as one shifted to sit at her chair rather then her desk, before continuing "now, you will all have different attributes and different skills" her tone was brisk, clear and loud, and it was clear that dispute her young appearance, Oliva was used to being followed. 

"Any questions?"