Of A Different Kind

Chapter 2

After the train pulled into the station for the students to un-board, Rowan got off and followed the other first years. As he walked through the other students, people turned toward him. They looked at him in awe and... sniffed at him.

'What were they doing?' Rowan thought, 'Why were they sniffing him?'

Rowan looked back at everyone but averted his eyes. He then reached the front doors of the school, and followed everyone else in.

It was large. Very large. And beautiful. Rowan gapped at it. Was this where he would go to school, and live?

Rowan was excited, though his smile was small. He was finally going somewhere good, somewhere nice.

A stern looking woman met them at the entrance hall.

"Hello students. I am Professor Galloway. When you enter these doors, you will be sorted into your Species and, with certain species, Rank. This will determine your housing and which classes you take. Please follow calmly, and do not panic when you see what the test to determine your Species. Thank you." the woman said.

Rowan followed in at the back of the group, to a large room that he assumed was the Dining Hall.

A woman with long, silver hair greeted them as the walked into the dining hall. She smiled and opened her arms wide, like she was welcoming them in for a hug.

"New students, welcome to Ilvormore Academy. It's my greatest pleasure to be the Headmaster of the school that introduces you to the world of the Supernatural. This evening, you will take the test to determine your species, and depending on your species, your rank. Please don't not be alarmed by the test, but it will require blood. Healing will follow immediately after, and not a scar shall be left of your hand." She smiled after she finished talking and motioned to the stern woman, Professor Galloway, who was holding a scroll of paper. The group was rather large, and many names were called before his.

"Able Augustus"

A boy walked up the platform and stood where he was motioned to, in front of a large bowl with a shimmery liquid in it.

A small dagger was brought forward, and a man, who Rowan figured was a professor, told the boy, Able, to stick out his hand.

Able did as he was told and the professor took his hand and made a small cut on his hand, just large enough to let blood drip into the bowl.

After the blood dropped in, writing appeared above the bowl.

'Vampire, Alpha'

There was a light round of applause and the boy was motioned to sit down at an empty table.

The list went on.

"Jennifer White"
'Demon'
"Martin Galore"
"Werewolf, Alpha"
"Justin McCoy"
"Merman"
"Darca Powell"
"Korrigan"
"Lilith Wright"
"Demon"
"Mason River"
"Nymph"
"Vanessa Ridgewood"
"Veela"

There was a quick pause.

"Rowan Bluesmith" the woman called.

Rowan walked forward, looking down at the ground. He wasn't used to all of the attention, and eyes on him. He stumbled slightly when he got to the bowl, and raised his hand.

The professor there took his hand softly, and placed a cut on his palm. The blood fell into the potion below, and there was a long wait before his Species came to.

There was more than one listed.