Alan was surprised by her casual response. She was so much more at home here, compared to him. Already, she was getting in the swing of things. “I wouldn’t be surprised, honestly. They kinda do whatever they want here.” He realized he hadn’t introduced himself yet. “I’m Alan. Alan Hyll.” Her casual demonstration of her power was typical of the students at Blackwell, and he rolled his eyes slightly at the boy’s fall. She obviously was trying to step out of the shadow of her parents, and all these little things were just her way of proving that she was her own person. To Alan, this was worrisome. “A reputation is a fucking anchor at this school. It just drags you down.” He meant it. He had seen enough students been targeted by others when their heads grew too big. Only a few would bounce back from it, stronger than before. A lot just gave up, becoming some C-tier villain even the news didn't care about.

	He turned to see another student enter. She stood tall, chin up with a book bag over her shoulder. He turned back to the ice witch. “See, someone like that. That girl’s isn’t going to last a month here.” He gestured towards her. He didn’t even know the girl, but there was something about the way she scanned the room and the people in it that made Alan nervous. That was true of almost everyone at the school.

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