Nate stood in the group of people that were obviously new students.  He was in some dark Khaki cargo pants, hiking boots, leather belt, over all this was his black with red and white stripe on the left sleeve jacket..  His civvies as his parents would say, but here they were his street clothes from what he could see of the students that had uniforms.  He personally though he looked better in his street cloths than he ever would in those uniforms.  He hated school uniforms.<br/><br/>Before he had come he had been sure to pack some elixirs into the leather pouches around his waist.  And he had his computer and his most used journals and recipe books in the leather carrying case.  He also had a black backpack that had a couple different sets of cloths.  He didn’t plan on staying here forever.  He had to leave sometimes otherwise he would go crazy.  But he was at least glad he had readied some of the elixirs he had because he couldn’t help but notice some of the glares he was getting from some of the obviously magic born students.  Hell, he saw those glares directed at most of the norms in the new student group.<br/><br/>He took the time while he was waiting for the Dean to begin the introductions to actually look around at the new students.  There looked to be at least someone from each obvious species that had emerged with magic in the crowd of students.  At least all the ones who could walk on land, or at least survive on land.  It was a real menagerie in this school.  He swore he even saw a small pixie flying around somewhere, though he couldn’t keep his eyes on her for more than a moment.  Though a dark skinned demon among the new students seemed to hold a lot of attention.  He was going to make sure to avoid any demons while he was here.  They rarely meant anything good.<br/><br/>Then the whole introduction started from the portly, and rather ugly dean in horrible robes.  Nate listened to it, though the tone of the last part of the introduction didn’t exactly make him feel all that comfortable.  He doubted he would ever need to take that open invitation for help from the dean.  He was sure he wouldn’t need to ask for help, if he asked for it, what he was trying to prove would mean little.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>