Daisy sighed a bit as the crowds thickened the moment she stepped into them, now forming a much steadier current towards the doorway. She didn’t fight it, and simply shuffled along with her tail curled around her forearm, hoping still that chance would give her an opportunity to talk to someone. Low and behold, that chance was answered when a pair of hands unsteady clung onto her. The younger female quickly whipped around with a slight start. Mindful to take at least one, full breathe beforehand, Daisy quickly answered. “Oh, yes, I’m fine.” She chirped back, simply happy that someone was talking to her. “You’re... The Vise Headmistress. Miss Victoria, correct?” she smiled. She’d never expected to run into her, but now, what do you say to administration? Should she say something about being excited to learn here? I mean, that should already be obvious, maybe. What if she didn’t care to know, though? Thoughts badgered at Daisy mind for all of 2 minutes before loud voices near the front gates drew her ears forward, quite literally, in fact. 

“Hm, is there some sort of event happening at the front gates also?” she gave Miss Victoria a questioning look, worried for a moment that maybe she’d missed something in the pamphlet, and then worried more that perhaps it wasn’t a part of orientation day. 

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Julian huffed, and quietly took another bit out of her sandwich. She’d nibbled down at least half of it in the time it took to walk over to the orientation auditorium, and then just like that, people began to leave. She knew she was late, but she didn’t think she was that late, not that it mattered much to question it now. It’s not like orientation ever actually included anything important anyway, she thought briefly, and turned away from the buildings doors just as it began spurting out people. Now was the fun part of the day: socializing. Her eyes glanced over students as they meandered in random directions, some for lunch and others to their dorms, or simply to just explore. 

“I could go back and meet my roommates, maybe.” She mumbled through another bite of her sandwich, but her thoughts were momentarily interrupted by shouts at the front gate. Tour groups? Angry parents? The pink haired girl twisted her head in an attempt to see, and actually frowned at the site—protestors. Of course, even this safe haven couldn’t hide from scrutiny that the rest of the world’s mutants received. She could see why such a large collection of non-humans might make others nervous, but she still believed that what they wanted for mutants was wrong. 

She hadn’t even realized her feet had carried her a few yards closer to the entrance until one of the professors was there, settling the matter before it could escalate any further. She was almost thankful for it. She didn’t want there to be violence and discrimination here, at least not while she was attending. She’d received plenty of enough of that while living on her own.