Zeke's hands itched. He really, really, really, really wanted to take photographs, but the teacher had told him to sit still and listen when he tried. He couldn't even draw, because he had to sit still. He had his head tilted back, watching the feathers circling around the ceiling. His fingers twitched, spots of light appearing in his lap out of habit.

The first speech, from the headmaster, was alright. He wondered who he'd have to share with. Hopefully they'd be nice and they could be friends. The second speech from the big teacher was loud. Zeke put his hands over his ears and he could still hear all the words. The last speech, he hoped, was a lady teacher who had a nice voice. He started looking at the ceiling again while she spoke.

A girl behind him tapped his shoulder, and he bent his head back a little further to look at her. "Hey, hello," she whispered. "You're the one from the fountain, aren't you? The one who was drawing, in the air?" She had blue, perfect blue, eyes, and red-brown hair. His left hand made a few dots of her eye colour. His right, her hair. "I'm Lyra."

"You're Viola," he responded, pointing at the instrument leaning against her and leaving a blue spot in the air. He wiped it away with a shake of the offending hand. "I draw," he agreed. "I also take photographs, but they say I have to sit still and not do either now. I have to listen."

[@Pseudo Stygian]