Tatia didn't know what she'd expected, but somehow it hadn't involved bumpy bus rides and run of the mill projector presentations. Indeed, other than a few weird bits, like where not to bring your extradimensional monster pets, it didn't sound much different than what she imagined she'd hear at the average spendy boarding school.

...granted, those weird bits did make for a certain amount of culture shock.

She redirected her mind from the stress of not knowing what the hell she was getting into. She assumed there were other, you know, muggle-borns around. Surely she wasn't the only one.

The young woman quickly snagged her key and distractedly began to fish through her bag for her stun gun (the one she'd never used, figured she'd never actually need to use, but which she held on to because her father was paranoid). As she headed toward the weapons check, nose in her satchel, her feet landed one after the other on a patch of thin ice. Her entirely treadless ankle-strap ballet flats betrayed her. The end result found Tatia fully horizontal on the floor in a tangle of her long limbs; unhurt, peeved, and rather glad she went with the leggings and tunic today instead of the sun dress. Her momentary confusion was soon replaced with disdain as she found the culprit fairy-skating around some girl.

Tatia sighed and scooped up her stun gun, which had tumbled out of her bag, along with a curling wand and a blush brush. "Would you watch it, Frozone?" she said in a dry, cool voice that somehow didn't seem to fit with the daintily feminine appearance she obviously made some effort to fabricate. "I know I heard something in the rules about improper use of magic or some shit."

Another two (rather grumpy) steps and she stood in line behind an interesting haircut attached to an even more interesting human being who proceeded to unload a large collection of sharp objects and a revolver of some kind. Emo-punk-band-hair kid was certainly well prepared. It did not escape her notice that he smudged away at the handles of the weapons like he was cleaning up a crime scene.

Maybe she was glad to have a taser after all.
Then again, probably better to make friends with the scary ones.

"Is that a popular brand of magic?" Tatia asked him in response to his comment about the box cutter, trying dearly not to imagine a box cutter slicing into human flesh, which of course went about as well as 'don't think about elephants.'

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