Serena took one last look in the mirror. She was late for their meeting but she wasn’t going to go until the last straggling bit of hair was in the right place. She was the last to enter the room and felt uncomfortable weaving her way through the legs. The chairs were arranged in a circle but some of the students were sitting on the floor. Most of them looked older than her and far more serious, she thought. She counted twenty-four in all, including herself.