Mirelle sat in her office, mulling over the paperwork of a few new recruits with (coincidentally) a cup of mulled cider. It seemed that there were more and more kids showing up with powers these days and not enough mentors to watch over all of them. She was lucky in the sense that she accrued experience dealing with the clerical side of tracking everyone, but not so lucky in that she still had to teach them how to perfect their ability usage. So many of them spent their time goofing off that it felt almost fruitless...well almost.
Mirelle was never one to give up and Sebastian certainly did his share of training as well. He worked more with the students than against them, acting less like a mentor and more like an older brother. Illusions were funny like that. Certainly that was no dig at his methods (or an accusation); however, she wasn't sure she agreed with his methods. Call her old fashioned, but she preferred respect and authority over friendship and the possibility of disrespect. She emptied her mug as she flipped the book to pan over to the next of many empty pages. Some were of deceased mentors while others were merely cleared to hide identities. Oh how she missed Trent! They needed to talk again, but he was too busy starting a family to visit. He always was.
Closing the book, she decided it best to refill on cider and exited the small room before locking it behind her. The complex wasn't a particularly big one (the estate only felt big due to the large training room and the woods surrounding the building) so her journey to the kitchen was short-lived. Instead she homed in on the students (and Sebastian) lounging around.
"Sebastian, other students," she greeted curtly as she walked to the fridge.