Luna

"So you're the new recruit," Luna says, moving close to size You up. "You don't look like much." She grins, the expression turning what could be an insult into a challenge. "But hey — I'll show you around. You're You, right?" She checks a clipboard with the schedule on it, her caramel curls spilling forward. "You have your first class with me. We teach the 1st graders at 9:00, the 2nd graders at 12:00, and the second group of 1st graders at 4:00. So be ready." She looks up, hazel eyes glinting. "Think you can keep up, querido?"