The phone beeped, signalling the end of the morning's disturbance. With a relieved sigh, Satou Wataru unpinned the striped band from his arm and sent a quick confirmation to the Hybrid Academy Judgment office; it had been a bit far afield for him anyway, and the intervention of a co-worker has saved him the hassle. He paused for a moment as a gaggle of girls passed behind him, heading through the Academy's main entrance toward the main hall; for a moment he almost hid himself out of habit... He sighed deeply, squared his shoulders and followed on behind toward the growing crowd registering for their first day.

It didn't take long to get his paperwork in order, rather faster than some of the others he noted; whether that was because of his clean record or the reference Judgement had provided was unclear. Didn't matter. More importantly, he could feel the strength of the local AIM field growing as he passed into the main hall; only a few dozen had arrived so far, alone or in small groups. But there was a certain disparity in power, fountains of energy flowing more heavily from some than others... One in particular drew his attention and the colour drained from Wataru's face as he recognised the iconic cryokinetic Tsurura. [i]To hell with that,[/i] he thought flatly, taking a seat on the other side of the hall. The last thing he wanted was to get tangled up with a Level 5 on the first day. Instead he rummaged though his bag, surreptitiously producing a set of knitting needles and yarn, warping their appearance into a book almost without thought. Wataru had found his ability very useful in hiding his rather unmanly hobbies so far, even if it did mean that he couldn't see what he was actually [i]doing...[/i]