Tarragon College (Started)

"Still in discovery? I see how it is, shy are we?"
She laughed again "You know you won't be able to keep things a secret much longer, what are you going to do in powers class?
Nicholas looked at her, taken a back.
Powers class, of 'Development' as they called them, took place three times a week in various locations around the school. Mostly she skipped it, but sometimes she'd go just to watch the cocky illusionists show case their pretty pictures to one another.
They were nearly at the dorm rooms now, and Heather was aching to shift. It had been a long car ride to Tarragon and she hadn't run all morning. She resolved as soon as she reached her room, she'd dump her case and go.
She looked up at saw Miss Peterson at the entrance, maybe she'd go say hello

Nicholas took the first opportunity he could to get away from this Heather girl. She turned and looked at a teacher, and he ducked away, to the side of the building. Now he had approached a problem. Powers class. His hirers did not tell him one thing about powers class. His job required stealth, good cover, and finesse, and this powers class was an obstacle. He needed to skip that class. But that might raise suspicion. He bolted for the dorm room. He stepped inside, and turned to the desk. He heard footsteps upstairs. He would check that out. He was early, so he wondered who could be here.

Heather looked over at Miss Peterson, she was standing on the steps, looking out at the pupils walking towards the dorm room. She looked far to engaged, and Heather resolved to introduce herself another time. When she looked back Nicholas had disappeared out of sight. What a strange boy, she thought to herself.

Heather chucked her suitcase in the building and breathed out of sigh. It was roasting and too hot to be lounging in the sun. She shifted easily this time, and she was grateful for it. Fur matted seamlessly over skin and she was forced down onto her knees. The process took little more than a few seconds.

She stretched out her new limbs one by one, and shook out her fur. Around her some of the younger children glanced over in surprise, they'd get used to it, she thought. Without a second glance, she raced off into the grounds, kicking up dirt and rock behind her. She hated the way she looked as a human, small and ginger and pathetic looking, but she loved the way she looked as a cheetah. She loved the long strips of black spots, the graceful form, the power behind this body.

She ran a complete circle around Tarragon making sure to get a look at anything that had changed in the months she'd been away. The grounds were the same, but they were littered with new faces. She wondered if this year she'd meet a shifter.

Nicholas got the key to his room, and marched up the steps. More students were arriving, pouring into the grounds, spreading germs and gossip. His footsteps made clopping noises and he walked upwards. He strolled down the long wooden hallway, thinking about his strategy, and how other elements might play in. One door was wide open, and he checked to make sure it wasn't his. No. It wasn't. But a young woman stood at the window, looking through it, observing the many students. He took small breaths, making sure not to disturb her. He wondered if she played into the plan.

Miss Peterson was shaking the hands of the students, introducting herself as the teacher of Development. She saw many of the kids looked worried, she reassured them that everything would be okay and they just need to get comfortable. Two children caught her eye, a boy and girl. The girl was looking at her but the boy shuffled off, like he was avoiding her. Miss Peterson could already tell this boy might be a troublemaker, better be keep an eye on him. When he disappeared, she turned back to introduce herself to the girl but the girl had already disappeared. Majority of the students were already inside she thought it best to walk outside and get some fresh air with the sun already going down, it would be cooler outside.
She made her way to the front doors and looked around. Then she noticed an animal in near the other side of the building. What was that? She peered closer.

When the heat of the sun became too annoying for Emma, she headed to her room, which turned out to be even warmer. She left her door open and moved to the window, glad her roommate, if she had one, wasn't in the room yet. She looked down at the gardens below, seeing some students strolling around underneath. She sighed and turned away, then stopped. A boy was watching her. Suddenly embarrassed, she blushed and shuffled her feet awkwardly.

Heather looked up, refreshed from her run. Miss Peterson was peering down from across the field. She shifted back and walked up to her, ignoring the surprise on her face
"Miss Peterson? Hi I'm Heather, I saw your picture on the school website"

Shocked that a student had just transformed from a cheetah to a human, she was late in answering. When she got her regain her bearing she said, "Yes, I am from the website, new teacher for Development since Mr. Trousle took leave and never came back. I'm Miss Peterson." She smiled a warm smile.

Nicholas was going to speak to the young woman, when something caught his eye. Out of another window, a shaggy animal was lurking behind a tree. He rushed to the window, eyes wide. The creature was waiting for something. No! Nicholas thought. How did they follow him? He was supposed to be untrackable! He blinked, to be sure he was seeing right. He watched the creature carefully. And then, to his bewilderment, a cheetah ran past it. It seemed shocked. It watched it for a second, sniffed the air. Then leaped out of hiding, and began chasing the cheetah off onto the grounds. Nicholas only had one thing on his mind.

A werewolf was in the grounds.

(Okay I am a little confused....)

"Mr Trousle left?!" heather asked in surprise, Mr Trousle has been the only teacher Heather had ever really liked. Then she looked back at the teacher, who looked a little taken a back
"Not that I mean you'd be bad or anything, it's just..." her voice trailed off.
She smelled something in the air. It was like, wet dog... Impossible, because there weren't other shifters at Tarragon and dogs were banned on the grounds.
And then she heard it, with her hearing that was just a little more sensitive. The heavy battering of paws on rough soil.
Her head quipped around just in time to see a large dog, or hound, maybe even wolf, charging towards her. It was enormous, and she felt her body literally convulse back into cheetah form. In an instant, she was racing back across the grounds, the enormous wolf at her heels.

(Sorry MissGamer8, Heather and Miss Peterson will have to talk another time)

Emma clenched her teeth as the boy rushed to the window. She drew back as she felt the power rising up in her. She swallowed it back down and sat down on her bed.
"Could you please not do that?" she snapped at the boy, breathing heavily. The boy turned to her, as if he'd forgotten she was even there.
"What?" he asked. Emma shook her head.
"I'm Emma," she said. Her voice sounded strained, but the boy didn't seem to hear her, he was too busy staring out the window at the edge of the woods.

This nuisance of a girl was making his patience run thin, and it was thin to begin with. This was a crisis, he didn't have time to be pestered by annoyed students. He watched the werewolf run after the cheetah into the grounds, but he watched the cheetah change back into that girl that he met. This was now a major problem. A student was now possibly going to be murdered, and it was his fault. As he looked on, he saw Heather notice the werewolf, and change back into a cheetah. Obviously, she bolted back to the main square. But a werewolf in the main public would cause even more problems. There was only one thing to do. Five students could be dead if he took the stairs. He jumped straight from the dorm room, out the window, and into open space.

Miss Peterson was taken back again as the events unfolding in front of her was speeding by too fast. She stared at Heather as she turned into a cheetah and rushed towards a huge wolf-looking figure. They collided and she panicked. The trees next to the fighting cheetah and werewolf, fell all around. Miss Peterson knew they were falling on her account but she knew she couldn't control it. She gasped as a tree almost fell on top of the fighting duo. She had to stop this!

Emma almost screamed as the boy jumped from her window to the grounds below. She watched the wolf and cheetah racing after eachother. Emma wasn't about to jump out of windows or something, but she wasn't going to wait in her room while something interesting was happening downstairs. She decided that taking the stairs two at a time was extreme enough for her.
When she finally emerged from the building, the cheetach brushed past close enough for her to touch it. The cheetah and wolf were fighting eachother and the strange boy who had barged into her room was circling, as if trying to find a way into the fight, and a teacher was watching nervously, probably trying to figure out if and how she should stop this. She hadn't been at the school for a full day and everything had already erupted into chaos.

Heather was tired, she's just run and her stamina as a cheetah was appalling. She turned to meet the animal head long in collision, snarling and baring her claws. Fear shot through her. It was a brute, a huge wolf with eyes sharp and unhuman features. And it was strong, it was far to strong. Heather had never prided herself on fighting, she was a powerful runner but a weak opponent.

The creature snapped at her heels and Heather snarled back, sending a swipe across the creatures jaw. It recoiled back and the two began circling eachother. What was it doing? What did it even want from here and more importantly where were the teachers, Heather thought? They were trained to handle things like this, she just hopped someone would intervene soon.