Grace wondered how long they had been waiting, though honestly it could have only been a few minutes. Finally a figure walked in, a woman though she looked very different to her home room teacher. This woman seemed powerful; she walked very upright with her shoulders held back and her head high. Her hair was dark brown and tied in a tight bun behind her head and she carried a clipboard in her arms. “Good morning students, my name is Principal Nightingale, I know, it’s a bit of a mouthful. That aside, some of you are no doubt wondering what you’re doing here.”

She smiled and Grace decided she liked her; she seemed like a gentle person. “Well, our school is obviously not like a lot of other school in the district. You’ll find some normal classes but we also have a range of classes specifically aimed at our unique conditions. However with the wide variety of powers we encounter amongst our students we have learnt it is best to divide you into classes with those most similar to you, so as to specialise the class so that you may gain the most out of the experience.” She paused for a moment and just looked at them.

Grace wondered what she was doing before she looked back to the clipboard. “So when I read your name please move off to your corresponding teacher who will have an ability similar to your group. During your enrolment we were informed of your powers, so as to have time to plan what groupings would work best with your year, however if you feel like you may be better fitted in another power grouping feel free to come speak with me after everyone has been placed.” And with that she began reading off names, in alphabetical order which made Grace sigh. She would be one of the last to be called. Stupid alphabetical order.

“Kyle Parker, elementals.” Just over half the group had been divided but Grace perked up when she heard that name. She knew that name. Looking around she noticed the boy from this morning. Elementals? He was like her? Or at least like enough to her that they should be paired in the same group. The main group continued to get smaller and smaller and her name was finally called, second last. “Grace Whyte, elementals.” Standing the girl walked over to the group, once again standing on the outskirts. Looking over at Kyle she smiled and waved shyly, a small gesture to hopefully show she felt bad for running off on him this morning.