Wynter let loose a torrent of giggles, hunching over in an attempt to stop her laughter. Heaving gently for a moment she finally gained command of her body. "Sorry, sorry. That question just gets me all the time. I'm partially albino, so only my hair is white and I've got pale skin. Trust me, it's a real condition," she said with a smile.

"And i wouldn't dye my hair ever," she muttered with a shudder, twirling a lock of hair around her finger and letting it go, watching it bounce gently. "It's horrible for your hair."

Maksis pushed his way through the steady stream of kids that were flooding into the halls. He yawned and glanced around the hallways, attempting to find his next cla.ssroom. He only hoped Taylor would not get lost in this sea of kids, or worse, panic. He trusted her enough to keep her cool, but he was still worried about her. With a sigh, he stepped into his cla.ssroom and found she was not in it. He checked the sign on the door, finding that he was in the right place. He took a seat next to one of the boys he had seen earlier. It was the one that had talked to Wynter.

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Taylor almost felt Adrian's change of mood toward her. Her gray eyes flicked to the right uneasily. This kid was confusing the heck out of her with his change of moods. I'll never understand humans. She thought with a scowl, honestly preferring her wolf form better. She closed her eyes into slits as her headache hit her with full force. She pulled the Advil out from Wynter's hand before she doubled over laughing. She shook one pill into her palm and swallowed it with her spit, not needing water to wash it down. "Thanks," She said, handing the pill bottle back to Wynter, who had gotten a hold of herself.

"I think this is it." She said, pointing to a room to her left. She sincerely hoped so because the crowd of kids pushing in on her was grating on her nerves. Not to mention the fact that the chattering of hundreds of students in the halls was also pounding her head.

[[ Some of those sentences might not make sense. I want to reply, but I still can't think too well. *ow rubs head* ]]

Selective albinism? He'd never heard of it, but he honestly knew nothing about it anyway. She could easily be telling the truth. "I really wouldn't know much about hair car-" Adrian had been trying to respond before a p*censored*ing student jabbed him in the ribs, causing him to wince and instictively glance towards the person who'd done it. He was sure it was unintentional, but that didn't make it any more pleasant. The hallways were incredibly over-crowded. He was having a hard time dealing with it.

But not, evidently, as hard a time as Taylor was. He followed her quickly into the cl*censored*room, only to find it utterly empty. There wasn't a sign of a single person. The lights were even off.
"Er.. This.. Are we sure this is it..?"
He asked, doubting that they were just the first people to have arrived. If only Maksis had been there to drag them through the crowd of people and bring them to the right place.. Adrian had no idea how to get around in this building. Then again, being late certainly wasn't the end of the world either. He just didn't want to venture out into the hallways again.

Taylor glanced around the dark room and sighed. Even the drapes were pulled shut, blocking any light from entering the room. An idea sparked in her mind, but she glanced edgily toward Adrain and Wynter. I've got to find a way to lose them. Just for a moment. She said and wandered around the room. She found a small closet and turned the knob slightly. The door gave and she found herself in a small supply closet. "Hey, I'm going to see if I can find a map in here. It'll be nice to be able to carry one around the school until we get used to it." She said, not waiting for them to reply, she shut herself in the room. It was dark in the small closet and she stood still, closing her eyes as she did so.

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Maksis glanced toward the door again and rolled his eyes when his sister did not show. He began to whistle slightly higher than most people would. He promised himself he would keep it up for a minute, as he always did in times like this.

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Taylor let her wolf ears slide out from her brown locks. Instantly, all sounds were magnified. She heard a student cough in the hallway and a teacher scold another child in another room. She pushed those sounds away and focused on one high pitched noise in particular. She found her brother's whistle quickly and made sure to burn the image of her brain the soundwaves were coming from. "Alright." She muttered to herself. "Let's get this show on the road."