<strong>Name:</strong>Kutseena Sai (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/tumblr_lxcg15Mt0T1qdhje7o1_400_zpsc5243dfe.jpg)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woods on Dragonclaw U Grounds<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Acacia “AC” Hartley<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Arrival Day<br/><hr/>Kutseena zeroed in an Acacia as she spoke. Her question on Werewolves triggered what she had been trying to piece together about the girl, and she gave slight nod as the pieces fell together. “Ah. That is the oddness about you.” She gave the slightest of shrugs. “We have learned about such with our classes at Salem Witches Institute. My people do not view Lycanthrope the way you Pale Faces do. A few of the various People have the Shape Shifting Ability.” She paused as her thoughts whirled around remembering her lessons as SWI. “My People have learned to work with their Gift. We do not treat it as bad or evil. It is. And they have learned in a way to control it. We have a branch of our Family that is Werecoyotes. They are considered direct descendants of Old Man Coyote through an Ancestor.”<br/><br/>She stopped and studied Acacia more. Her thoughts playing back and forth. “You cannot control your Change can you?” Oddly enough Kutseena liked this girl. Besides the fact that she was very pretty, there was something else about her Kutseena liked. Maybe it was her actual openness. Oh she’d opened up in a roundabout way, but she was still open to an actual observer. Kutseena gave a nod. “I have a cousin who is supposed to come and teach a class. Maybe you would benefit from it. It is concerning your Gift and how to better control it by your own means.”<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Inali Sai (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/SoaringDragon/RPG%20Characters/tumblr_mbdjddwsiv1rw6xrjo1_1280_zps2853c7d7.jpg)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Transfiguration Class<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Professor McGonagall, Albus Potter, and Class<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Arrival Day<br/><hr/>Inali watched as another entered the class and came to stand by him. He didn’t miss the guy’s look at him over his utterance of what the creature was. But Inali didn’t care if people thought he was too stiff. It was the way of his People, and until these Pale Faces proved to him that they were worth his time to know, and even trust in the least bit, he was giving nothing away.<br/><br/>Inali gave no reaction to Professor McGonagall’s reply. He stood stoically through it all and watched as the woman in green stepped out and then was transformed into a hippie version of herself. He stood patiently and quietly through all the students before him as they went through their various fears. Some were spiders, some were clowns, others feared things like Howlers, nasty letters, those, he kind of couldn’t blame them, since they were rather embarrassing to say the least. Bad Grades, small children, he could only assume they had younger siblings for that kind of fear.<br/><br/>Then it was his turn. He stepped forward and the Boggart stayed a sphere, pulsing and throbbing, it morphed and looked a bit ambiguous, clearly having no idea what to change into. He looked to the Professor and gave the slightest of shrugs. “My twin and I always did have problems with this part of the Dark Arts Class.” He quietly stepped aside for the next person, not bothering to wait for a response from Professor McGonagall.<br/>