Before Ray could respond to the headmaster, Anzhelika asked if it wouldn't be better for them to wait until they got inside and situated, well, she meant situated, but it seemed that that was a word she wasn't comfortable with saying according to her thoughts. Meanwhile, Rosy was puzzling over her vision from before. Something about the coroner's report didn't seem to sit well with her, but that didn't mean that there was a conspiracy there, which is what she seemed to be contemplating.

The intense anger and hatred coming from Ray made Beth take a very-noticeable step away. Sure, the headmaster seemed to be trying to push their buttons, but that didn't mean that trying to kill him was a good idea, though Ray seemed to realize that to some degree. Mr. Tynedale didn't seem too pleased with Ray's reaction however, and Beth found herself stepping back from him too. “I certainly hope that that wasn't a threat, boy,” he said, voice like icicles as the wind picked up and the sky darkened noticeably. “I don't take well to threats.”

The arrival of a woman with blonde hair who was wearing a white shirt and black skirt seemed to dissolve the tension on the headmaster's end, though Beth wasn't certain why that would be. “Sorry that I'm late, sir,” she said, her voice warm and friendly. “I had to take care of that little problem from earlier.”

The headmaster nodded as if that explained everything, while his thoughts indicated that one of the students asking what the problem had been wouldn't have gotten an actual answer. Clearly it didn't concern them. “Students, this is Ms. Alberda, the assistant headmistress here at the academy,” he said, waving his arm towards her in introduction. “Now, I'm sure you've stood here long enough, so let's go ahead and get inside where we'll go over housing assignments, rules, and all the other miscellaneous things you need to know.”

With that, the duo began leading the students into the building itself, through huge, at least to Beth they were, doors made of solid oak. Immediately on the other side of the doors was what appeared to be a lobby of some sort, as well as a few smaller rooms that were obviously offices. Several of the receptionists looked up for a moment before going back to their work as the group crossed the lobby and went through a door on the left, their thoughts more or less focused on their work, though quite a few of them were rather grumpy about something.

“Before we sit down to go over all the rules and what not, we're going to go ahead and let you know where all of the important places are,” Mr. Tynedale said as they passed through that door into a hallway that passed by a few more offices before leading to what was obviously the cafeteria. While the hallway had had several paintings of flowers and beaches on the wall, the cafeteria had very sparse decorations. It was more elegant than anything, with its tan-colored walls and checkered floor tiles. There were a few people behind the four counters going about their work, whether that was preparing the counter for students to come through or cooking the food.

“This is the cafeteria,” Mr. Tynedale said as they continued moving through the room and towards another door that was on their right. “There really isn't that much more to say than that. So, we're going to waste no time in moving to the nurse's office.” Passing through the door revealed another hallway that extended quite a ways, with similar decorative paintings and pieces of art on the walls. The nurse's office was the first door on their left, and was painted a cool blue, obviously to help keep people calm and relaxed. The nurse wasn't in at the moment, as she was checking on a student who had gotten sick the night before.

Mr. Tynedale seemed to think that it was as self-explanatory as the cafeteria, and they wasted no time in leaving the room. “We're going to move on down to the gymnasium next, which is where you'll have gym class and can practice your powers during the winter months,” he said, leading them through two large doors at the very end of the hall. The gymnasium was about what one would expect, with a high ceiling, waxed floors, and bleachers along the walls. “In the spring, gym classes and practicing your powers will usually move to the fields outside, but you could still practice in here if you wanted.”

Going through another door on their right, but this time on the same wall as the one they entered, the group was led into a large set of double doors on their right that opened up into an auditorium. Some students were down on the stage tinkering with equipment. Most of them looked up, their thoughts turning towards nervous questions as to what the headmaster was doing there before they noticed the students and relaxed. “This is the auditorium, where the theatre club hosts plays and the music clubs host their concerts,” Mr. Tynedale said, waving at the students and smiling.

“As for classrooms,” he continued once they were back in the hallway, having gone through a door along the wall near the stage. “Most of them are the second floor. The only ones that aren't are the special ones like woodshop and the art classes. Y'know, things that don't fit the traditional classroom setting. But you'll get into those later. For now, we're going to go sit down and talk about rules and stuff.” As he spoke, he led them back into the room they had first entered, leading them through a door in the back that seemed to lead into an office.

Instead, the door led to a conference room of sorts, with several chairs arranged around a long, rectangular table with just enough chairs for the students. Along the back wall was plenty of room to place their bags and such until after the orientation-type event, which was presumably there because some students probably didn't trust anyone else with their things. As the first through, Mr. Tynedale sat at one end of the table while Ms. Alberda sat at the other. Immediately upon sitting down, he asked, “Does anyone have any questions about what you did or didn't see?” leaving the students to sit down while thinking about his question.