It wasn't long before the hall was full, dancing wells of power dotting the room. Reading AIM fields in depth was of course impossible without advanced machinery, but nevertheless Wataru could tell there were a lot of powerful espers here and others curiously empty, holes in the field. So called magicians, perhaps? The very idea was laughable, although he knew from Academy City's history that magic was fact. But that was rather the point of this... Hybrid Academy, yes? Or so he could assume; the details given so far had been vague at best. Finally teachers began to file in and take their places at the head of the hall, prompting Wataru to bag his half-knitted scarf and pay attention. The rules were... simple enough, perhaps deceptively so; maybe the school had a full set of rules elsewhere and those detailed on the paperwork were just the main four..? More likely they were to be considered conditions for entry rather than school rules, especially with that pact of secrecy... [i]The hell kind of school needs an NDA?[/i] Another point drew a sardonic smile; the Headmaster's name, the [i]Principal's name[/i]... was Principle. The poor bastard must have had a hell of a time growing up with a name like that. Wataru was so amused by this small thing that he almost missed Kurogane-sensei's shock announcement. [i]Student... Coun...cil..?[/i] No JUDGEMENT member he spoke to had been made aware of this; how the hell could they expect them to just step in without any orientation? The teacher's summons left little room for his objections though and he braced himself while walking to the front of the hall. If he had to do this shit on top of his JUDGEMENT work, then by God he would look the part. The other junior members, now Student Councillors, lined up with him at the base of the teacher's lectern; their expressions varied from confused glee to outright terror. Determined to show what he and his compatriots were capable of, Wataru stood sharply to attention, his chin up and hands joined behind his back. The advantage of that was that his gaze sailed uninterrupted over the massed student body before him, not meeting the gaze of any of the disturbingly large number of nutjob-looking types present... He suppressed a deep sigh; the newly promoted Student Council President was in for a tough year by all accounts.