School for the Enchanted

Maluon

Maluon

The Visitor
It's the Wednesday before school starts the next Monday in the town of Saturnia, and its student orientation at the school. Cars are pulling in one by one into the parking lot.

Parents with students both new and returning, are stepping into what is both the school's auditorium and one of its music classrooms. The atmosphere carries both excitement and anxiety, and even a hint fear and anger. The principal, standing at an ornate mahogany podium front and center on the main stage.

The school's principal, is a slightly elderly lady known for her striking resemblance to Professor McGonagall from the Harry Potter films. The principal's appearance is matched only by her ability to be firm yet fair, excitable yet also calm, and also have fun, yet not put up with any bull.

The auditorium itself is large and ornate, and beautifully decorated. At the back of the theater-like room, is an enormous living pipe organ, like something right out of a Disney film. The organ's name is Wolfgang Ludwig Johann Handel, or Mr. Handel. His smile is rather slight, and he is eager to see what new students he will have, and to see if he gets any familiar faces. The other teachers have gathered at his base, and all of them are excited for one reason or another.
 
Rocco held plink tightly in his arms, like one would a stuff animal or a favourite toy, though this arrangement was both uncomfortable for him and the small robot he was carrying. Plink who stood at about a foot and a half tall, weighing quite a bit, was not built for this sort of treatment and squirmed in a feeble attempt to get comfortable. Rocco had only resorted to this as with the large group of people around him, each only paying attention to themselves, it would be very easy for Plink to get lost or even trampled. His parents had just dropped him off in front of the school, not even waiting to say goodbye before driving off and leaving Rocco by himself. Keeping his head down low so as not to catch anyone’s attention, he tried his best to blend into the crowd just waiting for the assembly to end.
 
Mr. Handel was watching from his high vantage point as the room filled with all sorts of people. His huge size was scary to some, but to others it was their only chance to see a pipe organ in person, let alone one that could talk. He was playing a somewhat cheerful tune as he looked around. He thought to himself about how his auditorium was always so beautiful, as well as how it gets more and more full each year.
 
Sam, currently in female form, entered the auditorium. She felt the buzz of comotion in the air, some people excited, others nervous, and other not not caring one way or another. She was in the later category. Call it what you will, but after living so many years in the school, she had grown used to it.

The only thing she really had to look forward to was he chance to interact with more if her peers. Sure it came at the cost of having to sit through classes, but it was a small price to pay.

Sam found her way to her seat (third row, fourth from the left. People knew better than to sit there), waiting for the welcome speech. She made eye contact with some of the teachers, trading smiles. Wolfgang,(It would always be just Wolfgang in her mind) was playing beautiful music, though she doubted the organ could play anything that could sound bad.

She then looked around the crowd, noting all the familiar faces, and spotting a few of the new ones.
 
Picking at a stray thread that swung from the sleeve of her dark green cardigan, Seka smiled apologetically at Mr. Handel as she stepped in behind the others. She was just a tad bit late, having the orientation completely leaving her mind as she had spent the day shopping with Draven for the new school year. They were both new to the school, as well as the town and given that they had just moved into their new house the day before, it was safe to say that they were more than a little exhausted. Scanning the room, she searched through all the new faces for her son who had pushed through the crowd and now sat in the very first row. Smiling brightly at him, she sent him a small wave and then looked away, anxiously waiting for the orientation to begin.

Though they had arrived later than the other staff members, Draven's driving assured them a decent parking spot in the teacher's section. Rolling up his sleeves, he rubbed at the welts that formed on his arms from carrying the bags to the car after they had spent the past couple of hours shopping like crazy. Sighing at how much time it was going to take to move all of those bags from the trunk of the car to the house, he pushed through the large crowd until he reached the front row and sat down, smiling at the old lady he sat next to. Once he caught Seka's attention, he waved and sunk deeper into the plush seats and tilted his head back as he prepared to listen to the orientation speakers.
 
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And so, the auditorium became full, and the principal gave a signal to Mr. Handel, who immediately ceased playing. The principal started her speech.

"Hello, and welcome both parents, and students!".

The principal then introduced herself.

"For those who do not know me, I am principal Banks, and for those of you who do know me, I am proud to announce that I will be celebrating 85 years as principal at this school in October! Well, enough about me, lets get into the true reason we are here...".

She continued the orientation explaining each thing she needed to cover effortlessly.
 
Sitting down Rocco glanced around at the people beside him, subconsciously squeezing Plink a little tighter. This was all rather new to him, having been homeschooled most of his life. Listening to the teacher speak he could feel Plink wiggle in his arms, wanting very much to be free of Rocco’s iron grip, as the little robot began to become antsy. “Shh, not now” Hewhispered softly treating his little creation like a small child, which in all honesty was exactly how Plink was acting at the moment.
 
Nanya ran into the auditorium just in time to hear the principal start the speech. Fast she sat down on a chair that was still free. Nice start Nanya thought to herself. She promised her parents and herself to really try this time. This was the last change anyway and sadly you needed that stupid piece of paper to find a somewhat decent job. She didn’t understand why she would need to learn science. She looked to the front of the auditorium and saw till her surprise that the pipe organ was actually alive. That terrified her a bit. "Wait a second "Nanya thought "I recognize him I had a dream about him." She looked around and yes there he was the boy with the robot. So those dreams were of the kind that came true. She discovered her dreams sometimes came true years ago but she never knows which ones didn’t came true and which did and when. Until now she always thought living robots and pipe organs were a product of her own imagination. Anxious she thought of all her other dreams that came back regularly but seemed too weird to be of that kind that came true.
 
Joan's parents had dropped her off early. Their conversation had been long and full of worry. What if Joan forgot her whiteboard, her only way to know what people were saying if they didn't know sign language? What if the board broke? What if she got bullied? What if the teachers didn't understand her condition? Her parents didn't voice any of their worries out loud, but it was clear from the way that they were fussing over her. They had sat her down at the front of the auditorium - the whiteboard could work best when it was closest to the person speaking - and then left with a fond kiss goodbye, since they had to work that day. Joan had watched the retreating figure of her parents, the two of them like night and day. Her father: tall and skinny, bald, pale as white paint and generally unattractive. Her mother: short, stout, but unarguably gorgeous with long dark hair and a tan that most suburban moms would kill for. Joan found their relationship adorable, even though it was the reason they were living in Saturnia instead of Maunaloa.

She sat in the auditorium, fidgeting and doodling on her board but never moving out of her seat. Her parents had asked her to do that, so it was the most she could do. When the principal started talking, she hurriedly pointed the pen at the woman. A light on the back flickered on, and from that moment on, the pen wrote down everything the principal said in her father's neat, small calligraphy. She let the pen do the work, setting it on her lap, and preoccupied herself by playing with her bracelet and her fingers and staring off into the distance. She could read it all later, couldn't she?
 
Eventually, the orientation and speeches came to an end. "We hope to see you all on Monday!" Principal Banks then stepped off the stage, the organ music continued, and those in the auditorium were let out.

As the students were leaving, Mr. Handel thought to himself, "I hope the marching band kids leave my class alone this year." He always had trouble with them, and their room wasnt far from his auditorium.

At the same time, principal Banks was handing each student a hand book covering what had been discussed at the orientation. These were detailed, but not so much as to keep one from reading it, in the hopes that both students and parents would do so.
 
Bah, another boring speech. Was there a point to the speech other than tradition? Boring speeches might be the end of her on day. Either that or eating too much pie.

As soon as the speech ended, she almost literally jumped from seat. Thank whatever diety out there that she was done.

She then proceeded to head onto the stage itself where the other teachers were, receiving strange looks from many.

"Hello Wolfgang!" She said in a sing-sing tone. She then proceeded to say hello to everyone she knew, and stopped when she got to Seka.

" New face standing up here... You must be a new teacher. Hi my name is Sam, Sam Allen, nice to meet ch'a."
 
Rocco held onto Plink tightly, still sitting firmly in his seat as the auditorium began to clear. Soon only a couple people were left and letting out a sigh he stood up and set Plink to the ground. Plink immediately started off exploring the area, eager to get moving once more. Rocco on the other hand started towards the principal, Principal Banks was her name, he quite honestly wanted to get his book and leave. Plink on the other hand had started examining the other students, before heading towards the large pipe organ.
 
Mr. Handel smiled happily at Sam, "Hello there. Good to see you again." He hadnt noticed the little robot approach him. He watched as the room cleared. He was ready to greet anyone that was willing to say hello.
 
After what seemed like an entirety the principal finally stopped talking. Nanya looked around in the hope to find somebody who looked nice to talk to. She knew that trying to make friends was crucial if you want school to be at least bearable. She tried once to not do that so she may not came in problems but that miserable failed. She noticed a girl walked up to the teachers. A bad mistake Nanya knew. She seemed to know the teachers. What wasn’t a bad thing but that she was so open about it surprised Nanya.

Her glance fall on the little robot running towards the pipe organ. She looked around to find the boy, she found him standing close to the principal to get his book. She stood up and walked towards the boy. She needed to get that book anyway and in this way she could do both. Socialize and get her book thingy. "Hey, I'm Nanya" she said. when she was close enough so he could hear her.
 
Joan didn't notice that the speeches were over until everyone started to stand up and walk away around her. The light on the pen had switched off, and it was now sitting on the whiteboard, as if dead. Joan picked the board up, holding it carefully so that none of the ink was wiped off, and tucked the pen into the pocket of her too-big jeans. She held the whiteboard by the corner as she stood up. She carefully made her way towards the Principal. As much as she wanted to meet new people, the chances of meeting someone who knew sign language were small. Maybe there would be someone telepathic, or something.
 
Grabbing his book without saying a word to the principal Rocco glanced back at the girl who just introduced herself as “Nanya”. “I’m uh Rocco” he said softly, glancing around nervously for Plink. Plink’s sole purpose, the main reason he was built was to be Rocco’s friend and friends help each other in these sorts of things. Instead Plink was off in the corner, slowly approaching the ginormous organ. Plink eyed the giagantic machine in complete awe, it’s large body dwarfing the small robot by a lot.
 
"Hi Sam, I’m Seka—— er Ms. Druidman." She said, carefully tucking her papers into the small messenger bag she had brought with her before she stuck her hand out to greet the girl. That wasn’t weird here right? She thought to herself, looking over the girls shoulder to look for Draven who was making his way over to the principal. "Will i be seeing you in my class this year?" She asked, after all they did have their schedules for the year already right?

Being tapped awake by the old couple sitting next to him, Draven sat up and swiped at the drool that had gathered as he napped. Great first impression, he thought to himself as he looked around checking for anyone who might have seen him, managing to make eye contact with a few people. Shrugging it off, he stood, stretched, and made his way to the principal as she was now handing students a package he assumed was the summary of the orientation.
 
Nanya grabbed a book while saying ‘thank you” to the principal. Without giving the principal time to say anything back she turned around to the boy and asked “You made that robot?” while looking towards the little robot who was gazing at the gigantic pipe organ. It was surprising how fast nearly everybody left the room. Although there were still some people left. Some of them walking towards the principal.
 
“Mhm” He said with a nod not even glancing at Plink who continued to look at the pipe organ with awe. “Plink is..uh...um..he is the best” he said glancing away unsure what to say. Plink would know what to say, he always did, even if he couldn’t speak Rocco was positive he would know what to do. Plink on the other hand continued to look up at the organ, and without warning he rushed towards the keyboard near its base. In attempt to get the organ’s attention Plink pressed one of the pedals on the bottom of the organ before looking back up at it’s face expectantly.
 
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Mr. Handel felt one of his pedals move, and his pipes respond accordingly. "Hmmm, how odd," he thought. He looked down, but didnt notice anyone there. He looked around the room, seeing nothing unusual.
 
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