<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/VivianMyers.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Clara Thompson<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>Morning | October 27th, 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ferry -> Auditorium<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/>The goodbye had been a tearful one. Her mother had clung to her long enough to warrant her younger brother having to pry her off. While her mother wiped away the tears, Clara pulled her younger brother into a hug, once again being reminded that while he was a good deal younger than her, he was quickly becoming taller than her. After Clara had made several promises to text her mother when she arrived safely at the academy and to call to check-in at least every week, Clara was stepping aboard the ferry with the rest of the students. It was hard to find a seat with the boat being as packed as it was so Clara settled for standing at the railing, one hand holding her hair back as she watched the water flow by them. Soon she could see the island and was practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. Once they docked, Clara checked to make sure she had all of her belongings and scurried onto land, cheeks flushed from the wind as she stared up at the tower building with shining eyes.<br/><br/>She followed after the rest of the crowd, surprised she didn't bump into anything with the fact she was trying to look everywhere at once. Luckily she made it to the Auditorium in one piece and scurried to a seat in the front. She brushed her hair behind her ears as she gazed up at the two imposing figures standing on the stage. Having already been explained, she knew coming here that there would be other people like her, people with unique gifts. Her eyes scanned the students seated around her, wondering what they could do. As the Headmaster and Headmistress finished up their speech, Clara remained seated as students stood and milled around, some talking amongst themselves, some heading for the table to pick up their room key.<br/><br/>Once the crowd had thinned out some, Clara pushed herself to her feet, weaving her way through the crowd. Being of such short stature, she managed to use her size to her advantage and squeeze by some people that were set on not budging an inch. She reached the table relatively unscathed and searched for her name, picking up the key with slender fingers and reading the number printed on the tag.