Kona Hewa looked excitedly at the window when the train stopped. He
grapped his backpack and hoped off the train. He runned a bit to
catch up to everybody else, at the same time looking around. The
school looked very big. And although he wasn't a big fan on the
garden going on in front of the school, maybe the actual dining
plaza or whatever of it would have more grass stuff. If not, he
could just plant a few seeds and immediately age them up to the
most lovely stage. He did that to his garden.
Mosying his way in, Alaa kept up his good smiles and crunched on an
apple. Where'd he get it? His hand might've slipped while helping
someone close their open knapsack earlier. And hey: there's no free
lunch in this world. He considered the act a matter of kindness
from the heart, plus a little tip for him. He did spy the
wit--Carolina, from earlier, and kept his distance. She looked to
be in a bad mood still. Maybe it was that time of the month for
her? (Do magical beings get hampered by biological responses?)
Finding his way into the reception-hall for the new students (if
the signs were anything to go by), he waited for further
instructions as he sat down on one of the many chairs available.
Somewhere in the middle of the rows.