After Juliette had entered the conference room, she chose an empty seat and settled down with her stuffed rabbit comfortably in her lap. She observed the students walking in after her, keeping their names tucked away in the back of her mind to be remembered later. She had a hard time remembering names, but never forgot a face, thus she opted to simply gaze at each of them in turn, never keeping her golden eyes on one long enough for them to notice. As each of the students introduced themselves as they walked in, she wondered if she had told them her own name when she had entered. The memory of doing such a thing completely eluded her and she frowned at the table in frustration.

[i]So forgetful, Julie-chan. Yes, you had, but I don't think they heard you. What will you ever do without me?[/i]

Juliette looked down at the rabbit in her arms, her lips twitching slightly as she resisted the urge to smile. The voice was heard by only her as it always had ever since she had first constructed the doll. As a child, she had been upset that she was only one who could hear it, but as the years passed she realized that it was probably a good thing. Usa-chan, as the rabbit liked to be called, didn't particularly like other mortals and its condescending attitude would've been bad for both of them. Several therapists had told her that the voice wasn't real, but after poring through countless (illegal) books, she had learned that the rabbit was possibly possessed by a spirit of some sort, perhaps manifesting itself in the doll when she had first attempted voodoo. How she had done such a thing at the tender age of eight was a mystery to her, but Juliette was glad for its presence. 

Her attention was taken away from the doll by a voice addressing everyone in the room. She frowned when he told them that they were a week late. The cyber-terrorist thing seemed a bit odd to her. Were they targeted at random or was there something more to it? She decided to ponder on that later as the envelopes materialized in front of them. 

[i]Ah, they're not ordinary mortals. Though it seems you're the only 'A' class among them. Nothing less to be expected from you,[/i] Usa-chan mused in her head as she read the writing on her paper. Juliette was more pleased with her dorm. Less students meant less people to interact with...and even lesser judgemental ones. Even though it was a school for 'special' students and she probably wouldn't be shunned here, people usually didn't take lightly to her being able to control their actions. 

With the departure of the senior student, conversation sprouted among the others and she glanced at them, her eyes settling on a dark-haired girl with prosthetic legs. Idly, she wondered if voodoo would work on the female. Her legs didn't exactly 'belong' to her. The situation intrigued Juliette and she made a note to do some reading on it. But if she couldn't find anything... well, she noted the girl's appearance for future reference. She would have to find out what the school's rules were on experimenting on other students. 

[i]Someone is watching you...[/i]

Juliette slid her eyes away from the chatty duo and locked her gaze with hazel orbs belonging to a well-built male sitting across from her. Several seconds passed as she stared at the young man, simply observing him just as he stared at her. When he didn't speak, she tilted her head at him. "May I help you?" she asked softly as she stared serenely at him, refusing to be the first to break their gaze.