Sitting at the front of a trundling bus on that cold, rainy day, a girl in a dark blue jacket, hood raised, glanced nervously about. As the airbreaks hissed, the slight figure lurched forward, standing meekly. Slowly a hand cloaked in a think black glove produced a collection of Yen pinched between two fingers, and gave it to the driver as she disembarked.
	The drizzling rain soon began to sink over the girl as she walked up the hill towards the school at the summit. As her shaded eyes met with the rather large group of students that had collected at the front door, she felt a lump catch in her throat. [i]There were so many of them. I thought I was getting here early.[/i] Her posture immediately tensed- not that it was that different from her usual implosive slouch, but the energy was different, and her movements were more stiff. However, as if by some stroke of luck, a smiling man appeared, and began to coax the students inside. The girl let out an almost visible sigh of relief. She wouldn't have to deal with everyone at once. At least not yet.
	Her sigh took her sloped posture even lower, and she began running towards the gates. As much as she didn't want to deal with a crowd right now- or ever- she certainly didn't want to be late. To that end, she tilted even farther forward and began pushing herself towards the door. Her gait was somewhat awkward, but that was mostly because of her trying to mentally balance the amount of water that was falling on her belongings, versus what would have been getting in her eyes and hair if she stood up straight.
	Skirting as quietly as she could behind the group, the girl slinked into the school. Upon getting this much closer, the man with the short hair and the big smiled looked somewhat familiar. He must have been one of the teachers who presided over the entrance exams. Her stomach turned a bit as her mind flashed back to the physical evaluation. She had been sure she'd not be admitted after that performance, and yet here she was. The girl didn't notice the lingering blush of pure mortification that came with the memory as she slipped into the Assembly Hall.
	Her breaths were slow and deep- but seemed bordering hyperventilation, "[color=18002c]It's okay. It's just Assembly. You've done this dozens of times...[/color]" she quietly murmured to herself.
	Almost as if by some automated process, she placed her things outside the door to the hall, and moved silently inside, and sat in a folding chair near the back of the room. Incidentally, she was in the exact middle chair in the left most column, sitting in the absolute back row.
[hider=tl;dr]Bat sirl is here. Bat girl is nervous. The risk of talking to people- the horror! But seriously she didn't talk to anyone. Teacher looks familiar, but that's a good thing, yeah?[/hider]