"New Orleans." She doesn't have a sharer, there aren't enough of them for that to make sense.

He nods.

"Pleased to meet you, and all that."

"Likewise." She looks over her shoulder at Destiny. "If you wanted to pay me back for the mana I spent I can forget about one dumb prank in our first homeroom but that really wasn't okay."

Destiny rolls her eyes, but okay, fine, maybe she can't assume these kids are all on the same page about what's objectively hilarious, this isn't home. 

"Sure, I'll pay you back the mana." Which is pretty annoying, Oakland can't afford power-sharers, but Morty will share with her at least and he's really conscientious about collecting more mana than he uses. 

"It wasn't that much." Bella holds out her hand. "Go slow and I'll say when."

Destiny will somewhat resentfully let some of her mana trickle over to Bella. 

"When. No hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings." 

Good, that settles that. Oh look, her schedule is here.

Della glides in, says “Bella!” upon seeing Bella, takes a seat, and immediately receives her schedule.

Destiny's schedule is also here! Apparently getting distracted by offending another kid is a useful distraction for that. 

...ah. Hmm. Yes. About that.

Okay, Sherlock Basil, you can do this. Just... close your eyes, for a solid five seconds, and pay attention to something that is not the flat surface directly in front of you where the schedule is supposed to appear. The sounds of everyone in the room breathing, that's a start. Wait, is the paper going to make noise when it shows up? Will it wait until he'd be incapable of hearing it? Is he going to have to step out into the hall and hope nobody takes his seat while he's out? Oh, his eyes are opening without permission. No. Bad eyes.

But his schedule has been successfully delivered, so that's all right.

"Morning, Della. What've you got there?"

Oh look, a schedule.

Huh, he's not getting one of those pieces of paper.

Maybe the school learned better about giving him mysterious pieces of paper.

Kanimir observes Xue Yang's lack of a paper and says something to him in English. 

Della has this class and this class and these other classes! They don’t currently share any, Maleficaria Studies aside, but Bella probably wants to switch over to Della’s current lab class, which is in a drastically better time slot.

She unfosues for a moment, palms a schedule, and hums. 

"Iron, Great Britain, incidentally." 

Navigating this is going to be tricky...

"I don't speak whatever that is," he says in Mandarin to the person speaking to him.

"Does anyone know why there seems to be someone who speaks Mandarin and not English in this homeroom?"

"They seem inclined to do the 'hovering menace' routine, though I can't say too much as to why." 

"I recognize him from yesterday, he was there when I was giving out chocolate and coffee." 

In mandarin, to Xue: "What are you doing here?"

"You gave me chocolate."

"Ah." 

She considers for a moment.

It's too early for the obvious maleficer to have gone to his own homeroom, gotten his schedule, and come back. Yesterday he threatened to murder her as if that was a sensible option. He ate her chocolate very very fast...

Hypothesis: This asshole has no idea how anything in the scholomance works, and doesn't care.

"Do you care what classes you take?"

"I've never been to a class in my life and don't plan to start now."