Alex nods to the girl as he steps back from the pedestal, smiling and taking in an eyeful. She definitely was a looker. He steps down, mingling among the rest of the people there as one by one they go up and get placed. The hall booms with echos of "Lionheart. Satyren. Heronleap. Dragonnest." And much more infrequently. "The Order." There were some people though who elected not to get placed, instead walking out and going back to their old lives.<br/><br/>Alex watches as the number of people waiting to be sorted shrinks, people starting to gravitate toward members of their own house, chatting with the people they were placed with. He finds himself in a decent sized group, introducing himself. There were people from all over. Different countries, different walks of life. It was nice to see that they all leaned toward being athletes. These were people he could talk to. They would talk sprint times, weight limits, things like that.<br/><br/>They were waiting for everyone to get sorted before they were told where to go. He hoped that it would happen soon. Because his sweat was starting to dry on him and he felt gross. He needed a shower and a change. Even if that change apparently meant getting into a skintight latex outfit like the assistant head mistress.