Shizuru was early. This in and of itself was unusual. She hadn't been in class today, nor had she been yesterday.

She swayed slightly on her spindly legs, as though in some unseen wind, as the adults did their prep. She'd already broken out the Evoker, and tossed it up and down a few times in one hand while she waited, seemingly spacing out as usual.

She was also wearing a hat today -- a floppy, well-worn cap adorned with an odd assortment of pins. It had gotten a few looks (and a glower from Yachiyo), but no one had bothered to tell her off about it yet.