Statues lined the courtyard in Bennington, towering above students chatting amongst themselves and comparing classes and schedules. Magic, it seems, does little to chance to thrum of the first school day, aside from the fact that there many more peculiar faces, forms and colors amongst the crowd. Sitting atop one of the statue's pedestals, Kat could've sworn she'd seen a sentient jelly cube slither around with a school uniform floating inside it. Or perhaps that had been one of the janitors? Raised above her compatriots, Kat had a great view of the crowd gathering in front of the stage. The felid girl had been here since early morning, having already done a little exploring of the complex on her own. It meant that unlike almost every other new student, she had managed to already drop of her books and education material at the dorm, freeing her from quite the burden.<br/><br/>Idly waving her tail around, Kat ignored the noise from the stage that was the Dean's speech. The once-feline girl always had trouble listening to people speak when they weren't directly talking to her or mentioning her, though like every other cat, certain topics could instantly draw her attention no matter how quiet one thinks one is about it. Far more compelling were all the new faces on the campus. Many already looked dazed and lost, as if having trouble grasping the sheer size and situation inside the magical college school. Was that a demon over there she saw? Where those even allowed here? This place seemed a lot less strict than the last school Kat had attended, which was odd, since she expected the orphanage to dumb her into a place that enforced rigid discipline.<br/><br/><i>"Class 1-F, please report to the podium, and make it quick, I don't have all day."</i>Kat's feline ears perked up as the stage finally managed to draw her attention. 1-F was familiar, oh right, that was her class, as a quick glance at her papers confirmed. Looking towards the raised podium, Kat peered at the mature woman that had called out. Was that the teacher's uniform? Wow. A baton and red lipstick wouldn't look out of place with it. The design looked like it was borrowed from some cheap school-themed porn flick. Perhaps it was, or perhaps it was the other way around. Ears pointing backwards, Kat grew disinterested in the woman on the podium. The once-cat wasn't in the mood to leave her spot atop the pedestal yet, nor did she have any desire to arrive first at the steps. She could catch up when the class departed for the lessons, Kat figured the teacher was unlikely to notice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>