Class had barely started when Marcus shuffled into the room. He saw a trio of other students clustered in the middle, two chatting animatedly and the other more reservedly. Marcus considered joining them, but thought it better not to impose his presence. He sat down at a corner, all the better to keep a clear view of the room while not being too far away from exit should anything... untoward... happen. 

He shrugged uncomfortably, not being used to wearing a uniform. His artistic tastes rankled at the concept, but on the bright side, it made him less conspicuous. His supernatural features were largely hidden (all save for his gold eyes, which he could never fully change). 
Ceramics were not his best art form, but it felt strangely satisfying to mould a pinch of Earth's flesh in his hands and give it form. Painting, drawing, and calligraphy were more to his taste, and a little flick or two of a brush would help making the ceramic a bit more presentable. 

"Well, at best, I will have made myself a reserve teacup or two." 

Looking around the room, the other kids were apparently vampires, demons, cambions, and humans. Not many other Fae around. Making an attempt to befriend the others might not be such a bad idea. Was that boy sewing a gutted teddy bear together? Had he seen this among the Fae, he might have jested that he had improvised a voodoo tool for use of punishing a bear in the most unorthodox way imaginable, but perhaps it had a sentimental value for him?