Basira is very firmly expecting that the first morning is too early for mals to have crept up the maintenance shafts that definitely don't exist, and checking everything is a good habit to start early. Technically getting to class first is itself a bad habit she needs to get out of. It's only when the next kid comes in that she realises she turned her back on the door.

"The front two rows are clear," having checked the one she's planning to sit at and the one behind her, "and I don't know who thought shelves needed a lip on them but they are real."

"Uh, cool, thanks." He checks the third row and then picks a seat in the second one. "I'm Caio."

"Basira." The last of randomly-stuck-together boxes proves clear, of course, so she checks the floor and sits down... next to him.

How does she sound competent.

"You know what you're looking for with your schedule?"

"My parents told me what to aim at, yeah."

"What're you going into?—I'm on incantations, creative."

Sleepy enclave kid trundles in, yawning.

"Alchemy, my affinity's probably in there somewhere, but I think we don't get that much specialization in freshman year."

Another enclaver arrival. She's small for a freshman, and looks like she wants to murder whoever invented mornings.

"Give me a boost," she tells the first enclave kid, after a brief initial circuit of the room. "I want to check the ceiling vents."

Blink blink.

"...hi, I'm Tony, what are you planning to do to the ceiling vents and why am I involved?"

"Look in. I'm short."

"...fair enough. Sure." He can hoist her up to ceiling level, he's not that tall himself but he's plenty strong.

Jaromira comes in, blinks at the two enclavers in a trenchcoat, does her own sweep, and sits down. 

Vents: clear, except for what she's pretty sure is a perfectly ordinary spiderweb. Wonder how that got in here.

"Thanks."

"No problem," he says, setting her down again.

She picks a desk near Tony and sits on it, cross-legged.

He looks back at his desk to discover a schedule sitting there. "Oh damn, I've got shop first thing on Mondays. This school wants me to have a very nice time for two weeks and then die."

"I have a Thursday, if you want that?"

"I'll probably take it but give me a minute to wrestle with temptation first."

This is the point at which a tall, very scrawny black kid in clearly-castoff clothes and plastic flip-flops reaches the room at a run and pauses in the doorway, out of breath. 

He looks around at the students for a moment. 

"- Does anyone have shop on Monday mornings?" he asks after a moment. 

"I am at this very moment grappling with the hard truth that I need to swap out of Monday morning shop or it will kill me! Do you have a way not to be killed by Monday morning shop?"

"My affinity's for finding mals. ...I don't have a good mana-efficient way of killing them, though. Do you?" 

"...Well, unless I very much miss my guess, he's in an enclave with Orion Lake," she muses. 

Masozi bounces a little. "Oh! Are you? Orion's really good at killing mals, I pointed some out to him yesterday." 

"...I am in an enclave with Orion but he's not here and I don't think I can ask him to clear out the shop every morning before class. I've got some stuff off my own, too, but like, we'd still probably die."

Basira closes her eyes for a moment so that her schedule will appear, and it does.