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With no response to her question, Rhian was left to assume that none of the freaks there were responsible for the obnoxious bird show. If these birds were supposed to lead them to the school, they were doing a pretty shoddy job of it so far. Whatever they were up to, it was downright eerie.

Distracted by what was happening above, Rhian almost missed what was happening below as some kid crouched down to observe her feet-- greatly intruding upon her personal bubble. She didn't catch what the kid said down there, but her face turned a light shade of red as she prepared to give him a bug-coated kick to the face.  She wasn't wearing a skirt, but shorts were a close second. The last thing she needed was some guy she barely knew getting a whiff of her pomegranate body lotion. Lucky for him, he got up and started talking to Rose.

[color=9e0039][i]Creeps from above and creeps from below, welcome to Four Winds Academy. [/i][/color]

It was then she also noticed the ominous glowing energy ball in Rose's hand. She shuffled back a step, making a mental note to NOT find out what that felt like if it hit you. Anyway, did that kid just say he'd been trying to make it to the school for a [i]year?[/i] Did he really want to go here that badly? Harvard or no, Rhian would have accepted her fate as a 45 year old burger flipper after a week at most. She suspected most of these magic-outcasts wanted a place for their weirdness to fit in. 

It was then that she realized most of them had probably had their powers for years. That was probably why none of them seemed all that perturbed by the feathery swarm overhead. No wonder they were all so socially starved, she mused, glancing between Tarzan and Mr. Bubble-Intruder, who was asking everyone for food. How could he eat at a time like this? She wrinkled her nose and ignored the question, turning her eyes back to the owls.