<span style="color: #BF4080">There were so many different things...cell phones, belts, magical books, even laptop like contraptions... Elodie wasn't quite sure what to think of this new place. Were cell phones and laptops even considered magical? No...not really, but in a place like this, she guessed that anything was possible. She glances over the instructions, or rather rules, knowing she would have no problem with following them, except for the part that entailed including other students in her daily activities. She wasn't a very social person, just being in the same room with even this many people was nerve wrecking for her...so how was she supposed to manage talking to and interacting with others? It was, in her mind, impossible.<br/><br/>The headmistress goes on to say something about letting her know of any allergies or health issues that they might have, and as Elodie glances around, she was sure that the others looked extremely healthy...she, on the other hand, wasn't so healthy herself. Biting her bottom lip gently,<br/> she was trying to gather the courage to raise her hand, and once she had managed to get it halfway up, barely raising her arm past shoulder point,<br/> another of the students spoke before her, and she lets her arm drop. Maybe she could...tell the headmistress later.<br/><br/>Sighing softly, she lowers her eyes, staring at the different items in her lap, and on the seat next to her, wondering why...why was she chosen?<br/> Was it a mistake? Someone like her couldn't possibly have what it takes to be...magic. Right? The conversation changes to that of the food situation of the place, and the headmistress mentions vending machines. Elodie glances up, then lets her eyes wander, trying not to make it obvious that she was looking at the other people's faces. From the girl that was watching her before, to the boy who asked the food question, and then the Japanese boy who seemed all too amused at this, and the late comer. And then there was herself... was it only going to be them? Or were there more students?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF8000">To be honest, Saburou had been joking about the translation spell, but the woman at the front seemed all too serious about it.<br/> He continued to have that same grin on his face as he sat there, watching the events take place, the grin growing when laptops, yes, LAPTOPS were added to their already growing pile of items to be attained. He was pretty sure cell phones and laptops weren't magical, but hey, this was the lady's place, why not let her choose what she wanted, yeah?<br/><br/>When the woman spoke up about having difficulty reading or writing the language of American, he couldn't help it but snort out in laughter, the grin on his face even bigger than before. Eyes glimmering, he spoke up, raising his hand at the same time he did. "American? Do you not mean 'English'? American is not a language. Japanese is a language..." He lowers his hand, still with that bemused expression on his face. What more could this place offer for him in funnies?<br/><br/>He glances around, winking at the other girl who had been there before him, then looks to the others. The shy girl that had arrived about the same time he did looked so scared, and he saw as she was about to raise her hand when the boy from before spoke before she had a chance to raise it completely. Dick move bro. Dick move. He didn't even raise his hand to ask the question, instead just blurted it out. Saburou glares at him, raising an eyebrow behind his glasses. <br/><br/>Raising his own hand, he waits for the lady's attention, before speaking. "I do not have to say something, I think that girl does." He looks over to the quiet one sitting by herself, and when he pointed her out she goes wide eyed, a blush spreading across her cheeks like a wildfire in the hot savannah. She fidgets in her seat, and he glances to the other male. "You should raise your hand for questions, yeah?" He gives the guy a grin, and a thumbs up, but it was obvious how sarcastic he was being, just by the glint in his eyes. Turning his gaze elsewhere, he looks to the front of the room, feeling pretty satisfied with himself. He was usually a nice guy, but when people were rude...that was another thing altogether.</span>