Calypso turned her attention to the voice that was addressing her, and gave a curt, if stern reply, "Calypso. First year." But the wave of hostility on her face left after just a moment. After all, it wasn't his fault she was here. It was her own, wasn't it? She had no one but herself to blame. Her attention wandered back to the pale boy she had waved to, who now seemed to be talking to someone. She looked around, seeing a boy with a mohawk but made no attempt to contact him. She wasn't feeling particularily social at the moment.

Her eyes fluttered to a close, giving a sigh.

You're here...