Lena was no fool; she trusted her gut and sense of smell more than she trusted her little brother to actually use the potty. That smell—that scent—wasn’t normal. Means there’s another one like her at the school. She glanced around in slight panic. Usually, this wouldn’t cause alarm if she were just a regular student, but her family was particularly fond of this town, and technically, it was their territory.

She followed the smell, getting closer, but then the late bell rang, and it disappeared. Her other friends called out, “Lena! Come on!” They were going to be late if she didn’t move.

With a sigh, she shrugged it off and let it go. Maybe it was her lack of energy, or perhaps the countless times she had to endure the smell of her brother's attempts at using the potty.

She went to class. When the headmaster walked in, someone new caught her attention. She glanced at him as he passed but didn’t think much of it until she sat at her desk and realized... the scent from earlier. It’s them.

She looked slightly stunned and surprised.

The headmaster spoke up, “New transfer student. As usual, you know the drill, kids. This is {{user}},” he said, pointing to the available desk. “You can sit in the free spot next to Lena Ashford until we assign you a permanent seat.”