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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Minako nods.
Lieselotte nods almost imperceptibly.

[Adragis]

The Headmistress smiles.
"I know it seems a little redundant, but now we're going to have to go back downstairs in those groups. Sorry~!"

[SOLDIER First]

Teague wonders why the Headmistress' voice changed but stands up to leave.
Ruya does the same.

[wipeout1024]

Teresha and Kavita follow the rest.

[TheBiggerFish]

Alan, somewhat exasperated, follows.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Minako and Lieselotte presumably follow.

[Adragis]

Once everyone's down, the Headmistress once again nods, and smiles apologetically.
"Sorry for the inconvenience. I don't know why I decided to bring you all up there."
She clears her throat, and speaks more authoritatively.
"Now, each group's respective teacher will be here in a second to lead you all to your first session."

[TheBiggerFish]

Alan waits.  Again.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Much waiting.

[TheBiggerFish]

Much waiting.

Such bored.
Alan waves to Lieselotte.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Lieselotte nods back, again, almost imperceptibly.

[TheBiggerFish]

Alan somewhat idly creates a very snow-like flurry of lights above an open palm.  He is not particularly intending this at anyone.
==Some Time Later==
Alan, seeing that somehow the schedule was messed up, reboots the magic computer and continues trying to make things work better.
The lights are ice blue and a very whitish pink.

[wipeout1024]

Teresha and Kavita wait.

Teresha is now trying to do yoga in a small, cramped space.

Kavita goes next to the wall, and sits on the floor.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Lieselotte is completely oblivious to Alan's desperate plea for attention, you thirsty boy the lights.

[Adragis]

Sooner or later the teachers enter. Well, presumably they're the teachers.
One of them is a curiously dull-looking woman, almost monochrome.
Another is a fairly normal-looking man, in about his thirties, glasses poking out of his shirt pocket. Despite looking rather normal, there's something slightly odd about him, although nobody can quite tell what it is.
The third is another man, much older than the first, leaning on a cane and looking rather out of place amongst so many relatively young people. He has a weathered, rough-looking face, but a genuine-looking smile graces it.

The Headmistress clears her throat.
"This is Miss Varr," she says, gesturing to the woman, "your Self-Control teacher. Will her group please follow her to their classroom?"