steps through the doorway, shaking water from his coat There are two new students today.

doesn't look up from the mirror she's polishing There are new students every year, Edward. It's hardly an event.

voice low, measured These two are different.

grins, leaning back in his chair Different how? Bigger than me? Faster?

pauses, eyes narrowing I couldn't read them.

sets down his paper slowly You can read everyone, Edward. Every mind in that school.

meets his father's gaze Not these two. And they don't smell like prey. They smell like... us. But not.

shifts uncomfortably That's impossible.

looks toward the window, toward the school in the distance It's not. And they're walking through the front doors right about now.