Registering

Keii let out a puff of breath, blowing stray bangs out of her eyes. Realising she still had nothing better to do, she continued to glare at the back of the head of the loudmouthd boy in front of her. Thankfully, he had barely glanced twice at her since she'd joined the queue behind him - by what Keii had picked up through her glaring, he was too busy bragging. Or something like that.
When the desk they were all queueing for was visible, Keii let out a sigh of relief. Five minutes later she was back to glaring at the loudmouth again, and three and a half minutes after that she was seriously considering just getting out some duct tape. Finally, with one eyebrow about to break into a full-freaking tap dance, Keii made it to the desk.
"Class?"
Keii glared at her, left eyebrow twitching irregularly. "Fire bending." she ground out, a slightly crazed look in her eye. The woman behind the desk glanced her up and down.
"Yes, you do look the type." she agreed quietly, taking down details on a sheet of paper.