<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.ifrm.com/5941/107/upload/p22002677.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Idris Raleigh, AKA Astraflare<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room;  0828 Sept 1st 2013<br/><br/>Here she was... The Jean Grey Institute for Higher Learning. The last few months of her life were a chaotic jumble of classes at her old university, frenzied research on this very school and its staff, testing her powers in secret, hiding her secrets in public, and trying to imagine what this very moment would be like. Nervous and excited both, she pulled down her headphones and let her wide-eyed gaze soak in the sights and sounds of the common room.<br/><br/>Idris felt like a tourist and was sure she looked like one, too. But at least she looked the part of a student too, with her beige baseball cap tilted up to make her face easily visible and a nearly comically big backpack strapped to her shoulders. She reached up to gently grasp those straps as she bit her lip and wondered if her mini-dress, bracelets, and sneakers would be a problem. And then, more importantly, if this this place would be her new home.