It looked rather regular inside; almost like a nicer highschool. It was strange being in a school type setting like this after being out of highschool for about four years. Everyone looked as misplaced as I felt. Their eyes wandering around as they shuffled through the halls. The mass was slightly less than crowded. Enough to fill the halls but not enough to feel claustrophobic. No one spoke to one another, instead we each kept to ourselves, reading our own slip of paper telling us what rooms or classes we should take. This was all of our first times being here. Everything was rather new. The walls were plaster white with a long black stripe along the bottom. Everything was rather modern, rather stale, much like yes, the setting of a highschool. Some things still seemed a little unfinished. Papers were taped over where room numbers or teachers name might have been, quark boards were empty, and then there was the silence of an unfamiliar crowd. We were all familiar with each other in a vague understanding that none of us were truly human. We were all supernatural. Creatures and spirits, humanoids known only in books. We were all here for the same reason though, and that was to take basic classes of our choice, on supernatural understanding of ourselves, each other, and other things we did not know or understand. We would be the first to take these classes, our instructors would be the first to try and attempt to teach such things. There was the wide feeling of newness, some confusion, some bewilderment, and some fear.
My eyes turned down to the plain what printed paper in my hand. On it were four class possibilities for today. Tomorrow I would have other choices. Room's 206 through 2013. Okay, so that would mean my choices were on the 2nt floor right? There was no map, just those words for todays date, so I would more or less have to look for them. A steady mass moved in a flow up the stairs, no one talking, mostly everyone avoiding eye contact. Despite what you might think, no one is dressed in the more magical, fantastic style from those in fantasy books. Instead everyone is dressed rather normal, even more normal than most people our age. Every has nicely cut hair, clean clothes, at least one notebook and pencil, and everyone looks a little unsure. We are technically more of the practice run, to get this place ready for maybe a larger crowd. This was the first time for all of us, and we were all out of our element.
Walking up the stairs with the movement of other individuals, I soon stepped into the next floor where the hallway went only a few doors to the left, and about twenty or so to the right. Peaking down at my slip of paper once more, I looked at the few possibilities I could take. After I glanced at the paper, only to affirm what I already thought the rooms were, I looked first to my left, only to see a piece of paper taped beside the closed door on my side(the left side) with the room number 204. Okay, and on the other side of that was 205. So my rooms were on the right side. Turning my attention over, I begun to make my way down the hall, reading the room numbers, and the classes being held. Okay, Cynaphalolagy, I didn't know what that was, Psychic, perhaps, oneirology, the study of dreams. Stopping, I studied the piece of paper further, as if that would give me any clarity in what I wanted. I really didn't know what to look for, but they did choose these classes for me to take if I wanted. Maybe it would give me more understanding and clarity. If anything maybe it could just teach me about something I didn't fully understand, or teach me about some of the others. I did feel a little strange, but I knew we all did, so after glancing into the scarce classroom, I decided to step inside. The room was a little smaller than a normal class room. Rather small compared to a college class room. It was equipped with three large windows in the back, and five rows of five desks. There were about maybe 12 other people inside, each of them staring aimlessly aside, or working on a packet that had been placed on their desk. It was silent. Looking over to my right, the door more on the left side of the room, I saw a rather simple desk with a rather modern looking man in his 30's or so learning against it wearing a nicer charcoal suite, black large framed glasses with a dark blue button up under it. He glanced over at me.
" If you want to go ahead and sit down and begin working on your packet, I will begin the class in a few minutes." I nodded. Normally I would voice a response to be polite but the room was rather quiet despite the soft shuffling outside the open door. I walked in, scanning for a seat I might want to take. As I did, however, my eyes fell on someone who wasn't paying attention to the packet, instead he was looking at me. His look was not one of interest or curiosity though. Instead it felt rather cold, and angry. He seemed around me age, early 20's or so. His hair was a deep brown, a little curly, more shaggy really, and a bit messy. His skin was evenly toned white, with freckles dusted over his face and deep brown eyes. He seemed to be average height, and slightly toned with muscle. He wore a long sleeved, dark blue, slightly tarred v-neck under a warn out jean jacket with dark blue pants, old sneakers, and a bad attitude. I found myself only blinking at him a few times, my eyebrows furrowed from the silent aggression. It felt as though we had been arch enemies in school or something the way he looked at me. But instead of quickly averting his gaze like someone might do if caught staring, he continued to stair. I, not entirely sure how to handle persecution, even in the mind, continued to look for a seat. Well honestly the closest one to the front not taken was beside him, one row down and a seat to the right. Not wanting his intimidating look to cause me to lose any education, took that seat, grabbing the cape of my red hood and making sure It fell out the back of the seat instead of me sitting on it. I then leaned down and placed my notebook under my seat, not wanting it to get in the way before wiggling the pencil out of it and turning my attention towards the packet. It was about 8 pages or so, questions on each side. I honestly didn't mind answering them. I folded my ankles over each other as I moved forward and begun to focus on the questions.
The first few were simple, my name, what I considered myself to be, and why I chose this class first.
Keeping my back straight, I begun to fill it out. First, my name, Gail. Next, what I considered myself to be; a witch. I often wore my red riders hood which could give away who I was even if I was not carrying my broom around. Then, why was I taking this class? Well even though I did not have intuitive dreams, my ability was next door to such a thing. Maybe I could learn to have dreams of meaning. Even If I could't, I was sure parts of the class could broaden my understanding of... well myself, and my own abilities.
The instructor begun to talk, acting rather professional but still clearly very new at this. I had the acute ability to be able to fully hear someone while doing something else. He told us his name, Juna, weird name, what this class was about and that if we felt it was maybe not for us we could leave. The fact was unlike a university, this had no grades, no real goals, and was profit free. What we did have to pay for was food cards, which made sense. These were more like open community class to the very unique individuals we were, and very far from almost any society. Most of us had to drive up to ten hours just to get us, a few luckier ones were able to take small planes. Though I am a witch I did choose to drive. Though flying a broom does have It's perks taking with me luggage I would be using for the next five months would have been a pain. At this point it was more like a hobby and a lesser advised way to travel.
He went on to talk about dreams, how for most people it was a jumble of thoughts, mixed around with personality, and wants, and fears making mostly nonsense imagery. But sometimes, they were more, they were the collective thoughts of a stronger ability often just dormant to supernatural creatures like us. But from the corner of my ears, I could hear the male who clearly already had it out for me, snickering and whispering. I could just feel that it was about me. For a moment, I turned my gaze overt o him, only to see him leaned back, whispering to the male behind him, and yes, snickering in my direction. I inwardly huffed and continued to fill out the packet. Honestly, we were young adults, I would have thought such childishness behavior was behind us. I guess it was true what people say, girls do mature two years faster than boys.
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