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Eliza watched the teachers fall before her, barely caring to listen to them when they spoke. The Headmaster was the last to show his power, and when he did he was surrounded by students looking for him to teach them. The shadowmancer of course, didn't move from where she sat in the shadows, a leg outstretched to absorb the light from the sun. Even though she often hid from it, she still felt it's warmth when it touched her skin; still welcomed the energy. She looked back at the sound of foreign voices, those not coming from those in front of her. Emerging from the doors to the school. Someone was late.

She turned odd coloured eyes to the window next to her, seeing a male and female inside together. Both seemed mildly uncomfortable, and neither wanted to come any closer to the front grounds with all the rowdy and excited students there. Slipping off of the concrete the young woman pushed open the front door, walking inside with barely a sound. No one out front had realized or cared that she was there, so no one was likely to notice her taking off. Inside it was cooler, less sunlight and more privacy. There would be an empty music room, or a library in which she could avoid the eager crowds. After classes she would go find the Headmaster or one of the Light Professors and begin learning the steps to complete control. Without control there was no true power, and one was simply a beast in human skin. Much like what humans believed them to be already.