Sarah pulled on her jacket and headed back into her room, grabbing a handful of marble-sized black balls from a dish by the door, shoving them in her pocket and heading back into the hall. She locked her door behind her, something she really only did when she left her room. She didn't mind leaving it open, because really, with the other students around, a lock was really just a message that you weren't in. It wasn't going to keep anyone dedicated to breaking in, out.<br/><br/>She headed to the staircase, seeing her Art teacher, and the new student she'd seen in the main hall, walking together. She figured it would be nice to put a name to the face, and walked over to join them, introducing herself, even as she fell in step with them.<br/><br/>"Hey," she said, "I'm Sarah," to the new girl, the winged new girl. She was interested, but she kept that to herself most of the time anyway.<br/><br/>"Nice to see you, Miss Rose," she said. Art had never been her subject of interest, but then, that should've been obvious, not that she couldn't do it. In fact, she was quite good, thanks to her hands, and arms, though, she was better at portraits, people, and objects. Maybe because of her power, she had trouble seeing things as more than they were.