<div class="floatleft">(http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00659/news-graphics-2008-_659765a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chloe Masters<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>None<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>One of the front rows, Hall of Oracles<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one<br/><hr/>Walking into the Hall of Oracles, Chloe had to force herself to not just stare at the floor beneath her feet.  One might think that starting at a new school was old hat for the young brunette.  With the way her father liked to move the family around when she was a kid, she'd averaged a new school every year.  But this was different.  At home, in Australia, she knew what she was in for every time she started somewhere new.  But here...well, she just didn't know what to expect.  To be honest, she wasn't even sure that she deserved to be here.  Sure, she could move instaneously from one place to another.  But c'mon...was that really enough for her to be considered hero material?  She sure as hell didn't think so.<br/><br/>Her heels echoed off the stone walls as she walked, and Chloe noticed that she was the one of the first to arrive.  Vaguely relieved that she had been saved the humilation of making an entrance in front of all the other students, she chose a seat close to the front of the hall.  Sure...that would just cement her as a goody two shoes - a tag she often found herself stuck with - but she didn't want to risk missing anything.  She felt completely out of her depth here, and didn't want to make a complete fool of herself on her first day, if she could help it.<br/><br/>Once seated, she folded her hands demurely in her lap, and let her gaze wander around the Hall.  The walls were adorned with portraits and pictures, some of which looked familiar to Chloe.  She longed to wander around the vast room and inspect each one in turn, but now wasn't the time to do it.  Glancing at her watch, she wondered if everyone else was late, or if she was just early.  Punctuality was something the young adult took seriously.  She would rather be half an hour early, than five minutes late.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Chloe tried to calm her nerves.  Surely everyone else would be feeling equally as tense...right?  Or perhaps they had all grown up in superhero familes, and knew each other already.  And, once again, she would be the new kid on the block.   Chloe sighed.  Well...at least that was a role she was familiar with.