John stood up when the old man finished annoncing groups. Castiel and Claude. He couldn't quite remember them but their names rang some bells. Cayenne was a new name though. Definitely couldn't place that one. He looked around and saw that there were a lot of people who were just as confused as he was. He decided he'd let his soul figure it out. It had worked before. Suddenly he was walking over to a guy in the back who seemed to be an instructor based on how he looked quite older than the other students. "You must be Cayenne? I'm John," he said, extending his hand.