First years milled about in small clusters, some nervous, some cocky, all of them gifted in ways most people would never understand.

And then—she appeared.

Tucked between two older students escorting her, a girl with honey-blonde hair and bright, curious eyes stepped through the main gate. She wore the standard uniform, but the way she carried herself—chin lifted, scanning everything like she was cataloguing weaknesses—said she was anything but standard.