It had barely been ten minutes after the initial freshmen orientation and already the building was teaming with excitement. Mutants began collecting into smaller groups, some introducing themselves, others sharing abilities and stories. Some even made grand entrances, like that punk girl with the bat, or the now unconscious boy near the entrance. The whole thing had Daisy just as bundled full of energy, her lips curled into an almost permanent smile. She stood off towards one of the far walls of the building, her tail in her hands while she listened contently to the others around her—her keen ears picked up and jumped from conversation to conversation, but she made no move to join any herself. 

She’s only just finished unpacking her things into her dorm room maybe an hour ago, and was adamant about not being late to orientation, because she really wanted to meet other mutants. Right now, though, she didn’t know who to approach first, and the longer she thought about it, the more hesitant she felt. Was there even any guarantee that other mutants would be more open minded than normal people? She’s always thought so, in that naive sort of way that only someone who’d never met another mutant could sum up, but after seeing so many others like her, sitting in one room, she realized that it might not turn out that easy for her. Her hands gripped her tail a bit tighter, as to keep it off the ground and away from people’s feet, and after a quick breathe of air, she sauntered into the crowds. If all else fails, simply leave it to chance, she thought with raw confidence. 
 
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You’d think that with her academic record being so shiny, she’d have been a bit more responsible when it came to organizing her schedule—this wasn’t the case for Julian, however, who’d only just arrived onto campus. She was dressed casually, with a large knapsack wrapped around her shoulders and a freshly made sandwich between her palms. She took one, giant bite and suddenly, showing up late felt all the more worth it. She made a small sound of contentment as she neared the auditorium, where orientation was supposed to be taking place without her. Maybe ten or so yards from the entrance, which seemed to be pooling with people already, something sharp nipped at the side of her head. It didn’t hurt, really, it couldn’t have, but she still felt the light object ram into her ear. 

“A paper plane?” she questioned allowed before bending down to pick the folded piece of paper up, less the wind take it back again. So far, this was as exciting as the school had gotten for her, so with a small smirk, the pink haired girl quickly began to pull at the wings of the plane. It didn’t take her long to carefully unfold the neat origami, and was somewhat disappointed to find someone’s teaching schedule. 

“Leopold Oromake” she said the name allowed, simply because she thought it’d be fun to say. It was, she noted with a small but content smile. Her head poked up and scanned the area a bit, now plagued with the question of who was Mr. Oromake? Her feet continued on their way to the auditorium, a bit faster paced now that she actually noted the amount of liveliness wafting through the wide open doors. The piece of paper was still in her hand, gripped lightly so that she wouldn’t wrinkle it. If she was lucky, she’d run into someone who was a part of the man’s class. There appeared to be seats left, so if she needed to, she could easily join the course a bit late.