Lukin stepped from behind the tree nearest to the entrance of the school. His black hair blew in the wind slightly, light blue undertones visible for the briefest seconds between lifts. With a flick of his hand he was carrying his satchel, green painted fingernails digging into his palm with the slight nervous twitch. So many people were here, so many and yet he couldn't feel the throngs of witches and warlocks that he could on the Mist Isles. Not fully understanding why, he felt calmer than he had in quite a few months...that probably had to do with the other lack on his senses. The feeling of so few hunters in the area. 

Honestly he couldn't pinpoint any, even if he could see them standing in a crowd. They were too human to do that with. Only the tattoos that were usually on them game them away, giving off the slight aura of something slightly more. 

The schedule that he picked up at the front gave him...English first,  Advanced Calc second....Athletics third...the rest could wait till later. First things first, get to English before the bell. He successfully reached his goal, laughing to himself a little as he strolled into the empty class, sitting down near to the window on the second row.