Keeping away from the other students, Des look at the school with disgust in her eyes. School for the Gifted, pah. More like a place to shuttle the people like her. Her own mother hadn't even bothered to speak or look at her. Just shuffled her off to the easiest direction. The thing that scared Desdemona was how little that hurt. She had gotten over the rejection easily. There had never been any true love there. Simple suspicion and mutual resentment. Shifting the bag of clothes on her shoulder, courtesy of the police taking back to her 'home' and by sheer laziness of her mother not to have tossed anything out. Well, perhaps not laziness... Des still could smirk at the protests that she had cursed the room and her darling mother dare not tread there. She didn't even know her own daughter's powers.

Slipping between two chattering groups of mutants, she bounded up the steps with too long legs. Fifteen and only six inches shy of six feet. Des cursed her height as being the reason she got noticed.  Shoving her way into the school she deftly followed the flow to the dormitories. Finding her room she tossed the bag on the bed closest to her as she flung the window open. Sitting in the window frame she swung a leg outside the other propped up with the rest of her. There really wasn't any danger of falling. Mussing over life she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. If she didn't like it she would leave. Wings and claws were all she needed. Light brown eyes softened slightly. She wasn't trapped, and that thought gave her comfort. "Perhaps this will be interesting." She mussed, watching the arriving students below her.