An elderly man walked out from behind a stone arch, emerging from seemingly nowhere. The man was bent over so far that his cane could press up on his chest as he walked, and not wobble over. He crept to the highest point of the mess hall, standing behind a podium that came up to his shoulders. He placed his calloused hands on either side of it, as if steadying himself. "Good morning students! I assume there are more of you up this early because of the grouping, correct?" a few students snorted, and others nodded. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to get on with it I suppose." even if you couldn't see him smiling, you could sense his positive energy. "The groups are…" he started on a long list that Cas didn't pay attention to until she heard, "Castiel Lacuzzé, Claude Du Lac, and John Smith. You will meet up with your instructor, Cayenne Pepper. Thank you, and I look forward to testing you all soon!"

Castiel scowled. She'd hoped to have been passed over, but now she was paired up with likely two idiots. There no reversing the Cardinal's decision, though. Unconsciously, she pulled out a few bags of candy that she'd bought earlier. She didn't know why until now. Now she knew. To eternal shame and embarrassment, she'd probably hand them out to her teammates. This always happened. She did something unrelated to what she was thinking and there was no apparent reason, then it all became clear. Her stupid soul must have known that she'd put in a group and started acting on it's own again.
There was no helping it though, Castiel stood and looked for her other group members.