The assembly finished and students began to file out of the auditorium. The Principal stood swiftly and strode out a side door, leaving a wake of warm air behind him. Emily quickly scurried behind him but a quick glance over his shoulder made her stop in her tracks.<br/><br/>"Emily dear," he began, "Please accompany Mr. Caston on the campus tour. You should really get to know the new students for your counselor role, right?"<br/><br/>"Um, Okay. Yes, Sir!" she nodded, clutching her notebook and papers. She quickly spun on her heel and went back into the Auditorium, where majority of the senior students had left, leaving a sizable class of confused faces still sitting.<br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>"Um, Mister Masters." Cecilia squeaked, "Do you know what we're supposed to do now? There's nothing on my paper."<br/><br/>Drake unfolded his arms and stood up, his feet not working as Cecilia expected. He seemed to stand on the front half of his long feet with his heel high in the air, or what she thought was a heel. Now his legs and feet sort of reminded her of a cats or dogs. He stretched, his wings expanding then folding neatly behind him and he turned around.<br/><br/>"Please, call me Drake, um, miss..." he said, realizing he hadn't heard her name, "Miss Angel."<br/><br/>"Oh I'm so sorry! My name is Cecilia Fairfeather." she said.<br/><br/>"Lady Fairfeather, then." he replied.<br/><br/>"Just Cecilia." she insisted. He seemed to scoff for a moment.<br/><br/>"I can't just address a holy angel in such a casual manner!" he said, then caught his tongue, pausing for a moment as they both looked at the floor, "If it makes you more comfortable, C...Cecilia."<br/><br/>"Thank you." she said with a wide smile.<br/><br/>"Yes, well I believe we're supposed to see Eric Caston about a tour of the grounds." he said, then the horns on his brow lowered, "Hang on, that name sounds familiar...." he dug in a small bag on the floor that was beside his folding chair, but did not notice his chair was now gone. Cecilia noticed his missing chair and giggled when he turned around to go through his bag. The folding chair had remained caught around his tail from where he put it through to sit down. He still didn't notice it was hanging there. He pulled a paper from his bag and turned around, "Eric Caston! I am rooming with him!" he exclaimed, "I hope it turns out alright."<br/><br/>"You don't get a room for yourself?" she asked, looking down at his page.<br/><br/>"None of the first years get private rooms." he said, "Who are you room mates with?" Panic started to gnaw at the back of her mind she simply shook her head.<br/><br/>"I don't know." she said. Drake crossed his arms again, trying to look tall and impressive in the awkward silence. He was indeed tall towering over her, but it was hard to take him seriously with a folding char hanging from his backside, "Here. Turn around." Drake looked behind him and turned to try and grab the chair, but Cecilia grabbed it and pulled it down over his tail, freeing him from it. Smiling, she tried to reassure him as he was clearly embarrassed, "Let's go on this tour, alright?"<br/><br/>---------------------------------------<br/><br/>"First year students, please gather here for the campus tour!" Emily announced, or rather, squeaked rather loudly. The uncertainty and shyness was evident in her voice, "This is Eric. He will be showing us around."