Ms. Matthews' office. It's big, spacious and friendly. There's a big desk with leather seats on each side. One seat is more grand than the two opposite it.

::Meredith hums cheerfully to herself as she lets herself into the office, closing and locking the door behind herself. The tones from her throat become a whistle and she takes the power orb Majora had given her from her pocket and starts tossing it from hand to hand. She picks up a spherical paperweight from the desk and juggles. She's good. You learn to balance as you get older, gradually. Gradually. And sometimes you don't, as Dith demonstrates by dropping the orb which she prevents from damage by catching it in the upturned hook of her foot.::

"Whoops."

::She flicks her foot and the orb leaps up and into her hand. Done for now, Meredith allows herself a leisurely tour of the office. It's neat, tidy, and shows barely any of Paige's personality. Azura must've had more than her fair say in the decor. The Aussie sits in the headmistress seat, pretending for a moment that she's in charge. She sighs, enjoying the feeling, and then goes through the drawers to see if there's anything interesting going on.::

"Hello..."

::She pulls out some application forms.::

"Renewing your licence, huh?"

(Now that's a good impression to make on the parents.)

::The blonde examines the power orb once more. If there's any place she should be doing this, it's so in here. She holds her breath for as long as possible and then gives a small, happy smile as she lets it out.::

"You win, Jora. You're too sweet to me."

::She clamps her hands around the orb and absorbs the power.::

[An overwhelming sense of knowledge pulses through Meredith. Suddenly she knows the history of the room she's in, of the mansion, of the thoughts and emotions and struggles and pain behind it. She knows Andrea and Azura are sitting in the parlour, comforting one another over Sera's death. She knows most of the others are still at Black Point, intoxicated out of their minds. She knows Jasmine is torn between her loyalty and her new feelings for Chloe. She knows. She knows everything.

Meredith, you now have full on psychic powers in the same fashion as your beloved Jasmine Mulvey. You can read emotions, sense peoples' locations, read the occasional name and specific snippet of information, you can influence peoples' thoughts and feelings, and you can physically and mentally destroy them.

Congratulations.]

::When Meredith finally opens her eyes, she's lying sprawled out on the floor. She groans and then hisses, crunching up into a ball and grabbing onto her face. She rolls into the ground, moaning.::

"... God!"

::With another pained whine, she pushes onto her knees and crawls under the desk, as if that'll help.::

"Ugh, shut up, shut up, shut up!"

::So many voices, so much emotion and it's all so there! The psychic grits her teeth and hisses her breath out, trying to get on top of things.::

"Fuck. FUCK!"

::It's too hard. She gets up and stumbles to the door and into the upstairs hallway.::

::Hayley enters the room after finding it easily with the directions from Paige. Instead of taking a seat, she makes her way over to a bookshelf and proceeds to play with the various trinkets on the shelves.::

::Paige walks in with Vanyel and quickly frets about Hayley breaking things.::

"Careful."

::She walks over and takes the ornamental vase from Hayley's wandering hands.::

"That was my sister's."

"Yeah, s'pretty."

::Hayley says aloofley. Is that a word?::

"Mm."

::Paige doesn't care much for it, in honesty. It has sentimental value, however. She places it back on the shelf and walks over to the desk.::

"Take a seat, guys. Make yourselves comfortable."

::She smiles and leads by example, sitting down in her chair on her side of the desk. She picks up a pair of reading glasses and slips them on, opening a drawer and rummaging through it.::

::Hayley chuckes when Paige puts on her geek glasses. Arching her eyebrows, she makes her way over to a chair and throws herself down on it.::

Hey! Listen!

"Oh... I'm sorry, will you excuse me for a few minutes?"

::Paige shuts the drawer again and there's a click as it locks.::

"There's a call I can't ignore. I'll be back very soon. Why don't you two get to know each other?"

(Should I just orb in front of them?)

::She does. She orbs up there.::

"Yeah, why don't we get to know each other?"

::Hayley turns to give Vanyel a smooth smile.::

"I'm Hayley. S'your name?"

::Petunius walks in and gives the two n00bs a warm smile.::

"Hi, guys. I'm Professor Halvarado. Ms. Matthews sends her apologies and asked me to take over for her. Sudden emergency. Nothing to worry about though."

::He walks over to the desk and sits down in Paige's chair.::

"Now, what're your names?"

::Vanyel smiles slightly to the occupants of the room, shifting his weight onto one foot. He looks at the door and smirks slightly, thinking of the possibilities if they three were in the room alone for a while longer, but..eh, it stays there for a while.::

"I'm Vanyel."

(God, how many times have I said that in the past half hour?)

"Hayley. Dansk."

::Hayley turns her head from Vanyel toward Petunius, and also notes how cute he is.::

(Professor Avocado ain't all that bad looking...)

"Mhm..."

::Petunius is shuffling around with some paperwork and pursing his lips as he looks at it.::

"Well, Vanyel, Hayley. Do you mind telling me a little bit about yourselves? What are your special gifts?"

"I'm Hayley. Sixteen. I'm a Scorpio."

::She winks at Vanyel.::

"Hobbies include singing and dancing, and my special gift is a warm passion for animals."

::Petunius smiles at the girl and shakes his head, finding her very endearing.::

"And I'm sure we'll have plenty of chances to see your skills in action. But what I mean is...what's your special...power, if you like. The reason your mom sent you here."

(Jailbait, much. Avert eyes..)

::Directly towards Petunius.::

"Heh.."

::He smiles slightly and watches the scene unfold. He's not exactly sure whether he's willing to put it all out on the line, but hey, might as well have fun.::

"Vanyel, not sixteen, enjoy having fun.."

::Smirk.::

"And lot's of it."

"Guys. Your powers, please. Gonna need to know which class to put you in."

::Petunius is now filling out the forms and doing all the necessary admin stuff while he waits for them to tell him their freakin' powers already.::

"My power?"

::Hayley looks at Petey with wide eyes, a ploy for looking innocent.::

"It's complicated, Mr Avocado."

"Just the basic gist of it will do. You don't wanna be stuck in a class full of people whose powers are to bend spoons with their minds...and only spoons, no other cutlery by mistake, for example. Or with people with the power to inflate themselves and bounce around..."

::Petunius is still writing away and hasn't noticed Hayley's attempt at a pleading look.::

"Yup, that's my power."

::Hayley nods and taps on the top of the table with her index finger.::

"The bouncey one."

::Petunius looks up and frowns for a moment before quickly replacing it with a smile.::

"Okay. If you say so. We can learn how to figure out how it works when classes start. Not to worry. How about you, Vanyel?"

::He notes the girl's reluctance to divulge the nature of her power for later investigation. It's certainly strange. Maybe she's just afraid of what it could do. Or maybe she's not even a sixteen year old girl with a passion for singing and dancing. Can't take any risks.::

"I believe it's called... smoke manipulation?"

::He'd offer to demonstrate, but surely doesn't know how.::

"We got ourselves a smoker!"

::Hayley arches her eyebrows to Vanyel.::

"How old are you, Vane?"

"Smoke manipulation? That's impressive. Also, very rare. It'll be a good backup for your potion- making skills. Gyspies are renowned for those, you know."

::Petunius smiles at Vanyel, without letting on about how he knows what Vanyel is.::

"Also sounds kinda... bad."

::Hayley is such a pain in the arse, isn't she? High maintinence gal.::

"Don't worry, bad is good. Naughty."

"Yeah, I know what 'bad' is. I'm one of the cool teachers around here."

::Petunius grins at the Stacey Slater wannabe.::

::Vanyel gives him a curious appraising look, probably wondering why the heck the man knew his whole gypsy thing.::

"So I'm told.."

::Not even sure how to even attempt to make a potion, Vanyel frowns.::

"Whatever it means, it seems rather inconvenient.."

"Cool, yeah."

::Hayley smiles a little at Petunius. It's cute how he's trying to be down with the kids.::

::He is down with the kids, so there! He's younger than Paige, for crying out loud!::

"It's anything but an inconvenience..."

::Petunius turns his attention to Vanyelm, becoming a little more serious now.::

"Why would you think that?"

"Yeah, Vane. Why?"

"Well, spells were mentione, and being new to magic in practice, but not in simple fantasy-interest, I would assume potions..would take a little bit more time and ingredients, than say a phrase, or a little latin gibberish, which apparently as a gypsy, I'm not too proficient in."

::He says this rather bluntly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.::

"Well Vanyel, first of all magic in real life practice and magic as a mere fantasy interest are two completely different things. You'll learn that as you progress and become more experienced."

::Petunius pauses to make some more notes before continuing. Vanyel clearly needs some magical education.::

"Secondly, yes potions do take time and effort but it's where your main strengths lie as a gypsy. If you were supposed to be casting spells, then chances are you may have become a witch. Our main aim here at the Halliwell School of Witchcraft is to encourage and nurture the natural talents of our students. And I'll be honest with you, there are no shortcuts or easy ways out. But, if you put in the time and hard work, I'm pretty certain you'll be exceptional at the gifts you do have."

::He holds Vanyel's gaze for a while before including Hayley in it.::

"So, do you guys have any questions you wanna ask me?"

"Do you have single rooms, or am I gonna have to share with a whole bunch of witch girls?"

"You're gonna be rooming it with a bunch of other girls, I'm afraid. Though at the moment there's only one enrolled female witch so you may get to make a new friend."

::Petunius smiles at her before getting up.::

"Anyway, I think that's pretty much it. I'll take you to your dorms and let you get settled in. You can meet everyone else later on."

::And he does just that with them. First stop, the boys' dorm.::

:: The office is unlocked, so Azura enters and flicks on the lights. In there, she sits in Paige's seat and stares at the contraption in front of her. Now, she was shown how to turn one of these things on, by her sister no less, who then mocked her lots. Hey, it wasn't her fault she thought that a laptop could be used like a book! Anyway. She stands and starts prodding everything in sight on the monitor to get it to turn on.::

"Az, stop breaking my computer."

::Paige closes the door behind her as she enters. She loves her office, even though it's incredibly bare and doesn't show much of what sort of a person she is. But it's so austere and fancy and has great chairs.::

"... and that's my chair."

:: Azura whines, the computer has won this round!::

"It will not turn on!"