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[center][h2][b][i][color=#2E8B57]Daniil Sim[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]

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The weirdest thing for Daniil was going to be going to school at night. Never mind the vampires who looked like they had something bad smelling under their nose or the other werewolves who all looked like body builders (including the females), this night school thing was going to be different. Daniil was use to rising with the moon now but he had taken on watching over the pack's home while they went out and finishing up his schooling via correspondence. He would be back in school now and he wasn't sure which he preferred. 
Surprisingly he felt good about the vampire headmaster and amused by the werewolf headmistress. It seemed that the attitude thing didn't go away with age or experience. Excellent. 
Daniil stood along the perimeter of the room - along with most of the other werewolves - while the headmaster spoke on what the school was, a little of their classes and rules. He glanced around the room frequently, a habit that was apparently hard to break. 
They were finally dismissed and Daniil waited until the room was nearly cleared before he walked out and climbed the main stairs to the hallway containing his room number. 
Along the way he chatted with a few werewolves, already feeling comfortable with them as they cracked jokes. There would always be the dominance thing that was a natural instinct for them but Daniil felt more comfortable being everyone's friend rather than the out right - quote, un-quote - alpha. 
He stopped outside his room - noting the door was already opened - and walked in to greet his roommate. 
Vampire. Great. 
The hair on the back of Daniil's neck instinctively stood on end as he gripped his bag. 

[color=#2E8B57]"Well hello there roomie,"[/color] Daniil greeted. 

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[center][h2][i][color=#9400D3] Zabella Tamlin [/color][/i][/h2][/center]

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Zabella handed over her registration packet to Professor Tallet and eyed her curiously as she went over the information. This was the first werewolf Zabella was laying eyes on and other than a minor tingling forming over her arms, she wasn't overly concerned by them. What was the big deal anyway? 
She looked over her dorm room assignment and class list once the professor handed it over. She moved on, walking back out of the room, keeping her eyes forward and followed Professor Tallet's instructions to the assembly room. There were more werewolves in here and vampires. Next to Zabella's sire, she only knew two other vampires and she wished she never met them either. The bonus of being in a room filled with vampires was the fact that they were all freshly turned as well. 
Once she found a spot to stand, near some of the other paler looking people she crossed her arms and focused on the teachers up front. Each teacher held a certain amount of confidence within their form and each had a separate personality. Zabella found this quite intriguing. As Headmaster Lucianus finished up the welcoming speech, Z allowed her eyes to wander to the other new students in the room. From what she could see, she seemed to be the youngest here. That could be okay. She also noticed that there was a large amount of people trying to keep to the outside of the group as much as possible. 
They were dismissed and Zabella slipped trough the crowd until she near the front of the queue and moved out of the room and down to her dorm room. Zabella didn't have many things. Just her art supplies and one other outfit. She wondered if there was someplace near to get clothes. She had a feeling she may need some with the training classes. 
She reached the wooden door and slipped her hand around the cool metal handle, twisting and then pushed the door open. No one was inside so Z stepped freely in. She kicked the door shut with her left foot and allowed a grin to cross her features for a moment. Zabella picked the bed by the window and instantly set her small amount of things up, claiming that side of the room. She laid her class schedule out on one of the desks and sat down, looking it over. 
She was most looking forward to the training classes but she was also grateful for the literature classes. Not that she thought it would be a problem here, but Zabella never had a public education. She could barely read or write beyond the basics and she didn't want to be looked at like a complete child.