Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year.

No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the  lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off,  if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become  quite unkempt,  fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help. 

This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her.   

She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle,  when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her.  After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper. 

It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.