[h2]Jack[/h2]

Jack stood on the outskirts of the massive group. He'd been surprised at the headmistress's age...then remembered that probably at least half the people around him were like him - inhuman in some respect. That headmistress could be older than the planet for all he knew. It wouldn't do to underestimate these people.

He examined the mass again; some people were physically distinctive, like him - though no one was really as tall as he stood. Some had odd hair or eyes, maybe other characteristics...but all were dangerous after a fashion. Some even acted like him, skirting the outsides of the group. He noticed a couple of girls sitting on a bench outside, avoiding the group. He wondered idly who they were, before settling his duffle bag across his back. He had at least two years of education here. He had to find out who his benefactor was, and become a good worker so he could support himself. It was going to be a busy life at this school.


[h2]Hamlin[/h2]

Hamlin stood near the podium with most of the other teachers. The headmistress was as bubbly as ever, he noted, smiling. She was one of a distinguished group whom he considered not to need his protection. Of course, he offered it anyway. He knew no different way.

He scanned the crowd. There were some promising looking individuals this year; tall ones, strong ones, skinny ones, strange ones...Hamlin smiled to himself as he fingered his flute. He had a feeling that these students were going to be so much fun...