"You are here, because you can do things that the rest of humanity cannot." Peter yawned. This silly orientation video hadn't been playing for more than 5 seconds, and he was already bored. He knew why he was here. The fins on either side of his head, covered by a mop of blond hair, had told him from day one that he wasn't 'like' everyone else. Besides, despite the gills and scales and barely noticeable dorsal fin Peter had managed to amass what he considered a small army of loyal friends back home. The only reason he was here was his siblings. Ender's powers were so volatile that he already had a body count even before the military tried to steal him, and Valentine simply couldn't get a proper education in witchery back home, so why not send the first inhuman kid who had been managing his fishy qualities fine along too? Peter looked over at Ender and Valentine. They seemed no more rapt with the video than him, but saw it as a decent enough distraction to keep watching. "So good luck, and remember, the secrecy of our home is in your hands now. No one can know where you are." The video ended, and a built but friendly man entered the room. "Sorry about the hostility at the end there, the Colonel can be a bit...intense about that last rule. Dap." He extended a hand, and while Ender and Valentine took it, Peter just ignored Dap. "Alright, not the most excitable camper I see. Well, listen up. I don't do much in the way of explaining how life here works, why else would we keep in the prefects around, but I do give out bunkhouse assignments. Now, the first bunkhouse you're put in most likely won't be your last. It can take us a few times before we figure out where you're supposed to be, so don't get too attached. " Peter grunted. Isn't this place supposed to be the best in caring for inhumans? How good really were they if they couldn't even put the kid into the right house when they got there?

"Valentine, you're in Rat. Rosen's the prefect there, but it's the middle of the day so you'll probably have to wake him up."

"Ender, Graff wanted to put you in Dragon, but the rest of us have decided that you'll be better suited in Phoenix for now. Petra's in class right now but I'm sure one of the other boys will explain things somewhat."

"Peter, Bonzo waiting outside, I wrangled him down as he was coming back from midday classes, so he'll take you over to Salamander."

Peter sighed. He didn't want to go with some 'Bonzo' kid to the 'Salamander bunkhouse' he wanted to go home. Yet another year of getting roped into whatever bull his siblings had gotten themselves into. He slipped off his chair, and headed for the visitor center door. A short boy with a scrunched up nose and fittingly haughty demeanor leaned against the front door.

"You fish boy?"

"You Spanish Douche snozzle number #413?"

Bonzo just grinned and walked off towards the bunkhouse. Peter had a feelings that they were going to become fast friends.