(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2070/1860478482_ff9d601d89.jpg)<br/><br/>Warwick had risen early to prepare himself for the new students arrival. He combed his long red hair, now nearly reaching his waist, putting on his smartest casual clothes, dark and black. He was tall, well over six foot, and his dress shoes gave him an even more commanding height. He watched as the last of the students filtered into the reception from the top of the staircase at the end of the room. Thanks to his helpful relationship with the school secretary, he already had the personal details of the students who were coming to the academy. Choosing those most suitable for the society, he had circulated the list to his fellows, instructing them to seduce them and help bring them into the fold.<br/><br/>He spotted the first few new recruits he had picked out amongst the crowd, but there was only one person he was really interested in finding. His sister Desiree returned this year, and he scanned the room for the perfect round features of his love. He wondered if she would recognise him, he had grown since his 16th birthday, and he was far more muscular as well. His hair had changed to, letting it out from his shoulders to cascade all the way down his body.<em>I wonder if she still looks the same?</em><br/><br/><br/>He couldn’t make her out amongst the crowd, not surprising, she was always a shorter girl, but when he was told that all the students were assembled he raised his voice above the murmuring, calling from the top of the stairs. “Listen up!” He waited for the noise to slowly dissipate, speaking in an eloquent, English accent. “Welcome to Hawthorne Academy. You have been welcomed here because you are all the brightest minds from around the globe. With that raw talent we will mould you into the next leaders of whatever field you have come to study.” He paused, his eyes scanning the crowd. He slowly began walking down your steps. “You come from different families, but from now on, Hawthorne is your new family, we are all brothers and sisters, and I am here to welcome you all.” He gave a slight tip of his head. “I am Warwick Hawthorne, son of the founder and Head boy for the academy; I’ll be here to deal with any of your needs. You will be shown to your rooms momentarily, but first, we must discuss the rules of the establishment.”<br/>