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Namine had been watching everyone closing and just sort of observing in the way she normally did. It was always best to do so that way you knew who you were dealing with. Thinking about it now she realized what a strange bunch they all were, especially IV. Looking at her she noted the sad expression that took over her face for a brief moment, and she felt her heart reach out to her. Poor girl, she thought, that happy demeanor hides a deeper sense. Their new companion had finished in the nurses office which meant they could now grab a bite to eat. She looked up at Zilvolin "It's ok now. Thanks for carrying me." Jumping out of his arms, Namine landed and began transforming to her true form. Shortly after the tall red haired girl with the vibrant kimono and elaborate decorations, was standing before them once more. "Well im so ready for some food. Let's go!" she said while grabbing IV and Zilvolin.

His arms drop down to his sides once Namine leaps out of them, once again noting the changes she undergoes before becoming herself again. He would wonder to himself if such transformations hurt or any. Just as he began that thought he found himself being dragged along by Namine, just barely catching the crash and the clambering of books to the floor wrought by Kiery and Efrain. Zilvolin manages to impede his march, bowing to both Namine and IV in apologies while offering both a pitiful glance. Though it was a tiny mishap, his heart wouldn't allow him to let it go unnoticed. He'd not mind himself if the two went on without him to eat; he'd be more than glad to join witht hem afterwards. As of now he scurried to help collect the unfortunate man's fallen books.

He places the books in which he were tending to into a neat pile and rises up onto his feet again, stepping beside Namine and bowing to the newcomer politely; as best an introduction as he himself could offer at the moment.

"Ah! What did I miss?" IV blinked, looking at the scatters books and the toppled man and Keiry. "Hey, are both of you oka-" She stopped right in her tracks and glanced down at a book that was near her foot. Carefully she plucked it off the floor, glanced over the cover and started to read the book. "... Gimme a second. Must. Read. Opening paragraph..."

((Gah! Sorry for delay!))

Efrain looked around at all the students who had gathered. "Oh my, hello everyone!" He looked at Zilvolin and gave him a nod and a smile; the man's way of saying thanks without drawing attention to either party. "Sorry about the disturbance. Um, I'm Efrain de Andalucia, but you can call me Mr. A. I'm the new Fire Manipulation and music teacher." His English was accented but his name just rolled off the tongue, so you could tell where he was from. Efrain bowed slightly in greeting to the group.

He made a mental note to pay attention to Zilvolin; such a quiet child had such an honorable nature. It reminded Efrain of his home country. "I hope I see some of you in my classes. Say, can one of you tell me where the Fire Manipulation classroom is? I need to set up my... desk..." He ended his sentence with a little laugh as he saw IV get engrossed in the book. "You sure it's not boring?"

He shakes his head lightly and passes a dismissive wave to IV; he was able to keep up along with her just fine. Soon enough though his attention would be drawn away from the book and towards Mr. A again. He was pretty sure that he didn't have the Fire Manipulation class but he'd remember him well anyhow. He carried an air and a personality which he found comforting in a sense.

Being new here himself, he had no idea where the class in which he was to teach was...yet he could still be of some use. Though he knows nothing of his race or even of the way in which they live, it was basic instinct which gave him the knowledge of his two 'sights'; light and heat. Most often, during his infancy and younger years he'd see solely in the heat spectrum. As his human family had noted, his eyes glowed dimly whenever he did such. A personal note he made to himself then and there was that, whichever form of vision he used, the light of the sun still irritated his eyes; looking directly into the sun stinging them badly.

Putting his thoughts aside for the moment he takes a few steps away from the rest of the group; eyes beginning to emit their dim glow as he glances seemingly aimlessly abound. Assuming that a class was already gathering and that there were some people that were already experienced with using fire to some extent, he'd assume there to be an area concentrated with red....as those said students would probably be eager to show their talents off to impress the others.

He smiles softly and nods his head in answer to Mr. A, his eyes still ever wandering. Surely enough he'd find a streak of deep crimson pass by in an enclosed space; Just above them and three rooms down, about two doors away from a set of stairs. With a gleeful smile he turns back to Mr. A and the others as the glow disappears from his eyes...lids narrowing over them as the adjustment from heat to light agitated them. Bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet he points upwards and at an angle to the room he spotted.

blinks over at IV momentarily before nodding in Mr. A's direction. He then Points to one of Mr. A's books and them back to the area where he saw that streak of red. Hopefully, someone would get the point.