Rayne had already been through this experience the year prior, she remembered the nervousness of walking up on the stage and choosing her gift. She had no doubt in her mind at the tie that she had an affinity to water. The pride of being able to confirm that was something she had never forgotten. She glanced across the room, her twin, like a ball of energy as he yelled a yay to give each new student support. She knew he was excited, but, she had wished they could have been in the same elemental class. Rayne missed her twin dearly, he turned his head spotting her and gave her a cheeky grin waving. She smiled giving a smaller wave of her own. He truly was a fire student, so much brighter in comparison. Her violet eyes turned away from him to glance at the students walking towards the stage one by one. It was crowded, she wanted to go visit the garden afterward and finish her book. Letting out a small sigh she turned her attention back to her book, going into her own little world as she read.
Zayne was excited, cheering on each new person as they walked on stage. He remembered walking onto the stage, a pep in his step. The excitement in the pit of his stomach. He had stuck his hand into the fire first without any hesitation wearing a proud smile and raising his fists in the air. He felt someone watching him, turning his head he found an identical pair of violet eyes bearing into his own. The tips of his blonde hair bounced enthusiastically as he waved to his twin. He gave her a big comforting smile, she must have been feeling lonely with him gone. They had been connected by hip since birth. Zayne thought it might be good that they were separated, she could make new friends even if she didn't want to. Though he wouldn't hesitate to protect her if needed. Seeing her attention turn back to her book he let out a small laugh, that was just like her. Always in her own world, content that she was safe he turned his attention back to the stage rooting on the next young person that walked on the stage.
Amalia sat at the staff's table smiling, she was excited to be able to teach again. She was wearing a pencil skirt, it stopped a little high along her upper thigh and a white dress shirt that exposed plenty of her cleavage. Looking over the mass of students she saw familiar faces, though most new. And turning her attention to the staff she saw plenty of handsome men. Her inner self beamed with delight, she enjoyed the eye candy. Turning her attention back to the students she clapped happily as each student went up unable to hide her excitement and curiosity. The sorting process was by far her favorite activity, as it only happened during the new school year she always looked forward to it. Thinking back to some time ago she remembered her own, excitedly reaching her hand out to each element to find she had been water. Graduating and then studying to become a teacher. All were part of the joy in her life. Turning her head she saw Jeun Matre, he was a teacher like her and a childhood friend. His stoic expression was always the best thing to see in the morning. She wanted to say hello but knew he would scold her for it. That stubborn man was always focused on work.
Jeun sat in his chair his notepad neatly placed in front of him pen propped behind his ear. His jacket was neatly folded over the chair he sat in and his expression was stoic as usual. He glanced at the table of Air elementals, there weren't many but he didn't mind. The mass of students entirely would enter his class looking to learn about the Elements. He hoped he didn't have too many trouble makers, his eyes shifted across the tables as he watched a Pink haired girl rip a page from another book causing the other girl to run crying. Looking at the girl he recognized her, Sakura, she was a fire student. Quite the personality those with fire elements had, they often were the cause of his migraines. He wondered if he should go to the crying girl and comfort her or leave her be. Closing his eyes to rub his temples he felt a headache already forming when he opened his eyes he was met with blue one staring at him from across the table. Amalia was staring at him again, he frowned, though they were childhood friends they couldn't be more different. She was a loud, irritating, and unnecessary flirt. But, that was why they were friends. He offered her a nod before turning his attention back to the stage,