"I think at this point we're micromanaging enough that you'll get much better returns from getting opinions from someone who isn't me." 

"Alright. The magical girl club should be useful for that." 

She opens her laptop to see if the teacher has emailed her about when it is. He has; the next meeting is tomorrow, and a different teacher is going to drive her after class. 

Jaromira leaves to manage the gossip mill's interpretation of recent events. 

Katarzyna stays. Going back to the library would involve more interacting with people than she wants to do right now; the internet is an acceptable source of information, and, when it comes to magical girl stuff, much better than the library. 

She waits patiently until the end of classes the next day. 

The big public school is in Phoenix, and its magical girl club has seven members not counting Katarzyna:

- Mercedes, the club president, who introduces herself and everyone else, and has green dragon wings and a dragon tail and horns and wears a lot of gold silk;

- Natalie, approximately a naga, probably culturally appropriating the Roma or at least the pop culture conception thereof with that outfit, jingles when she slithers;

- Alexis, with rabbit ears and a cotton tail, leaning unnecessarily on sex appeal for costume interest but also themed around lavender (plant, not color);

- Faith, who is three feet two inches tall and going for a vaguely period effect with her clothes in homespun-ecru and shades of brown;

- Isabella, with pointy swift wings and nothing else, drapey dress over a clingy underlayer in dark red and dark blue festooned with a motif of circles with circle cutouts;

- Gabrielle, yellow ballgown and sunset-colored wings;

- Brooklyn, managing pants with enough layers and embroidery and rose-themed accessories accenting the black and gold base color scheme that it must take her an hour to get it all right every time she needs to redo it, black bat wings with gold tats of roses.

These are magical girls and therefore she has nonzero desire to make a good first impression. 

"My name is Katarzyna Kozlov--I apologize if that's hard to pronounce, my parents are from Poland. It's lovely to meet you all." 

"Nice to meet you too," says Mercedes.

"Can we call you Kat or something?" asks Natalie.

"Is Zyna acceptable? I share classes with a Kat, it would be confusing."

"Zyna it is!" says Natalie.

"What are your powers?" asks Isabella.

"It appears to be some sort of--magic perception. Initially all I could sense was that I, myself, existed, but I can sense all of you, as well." 

"I have that, I call it my libido," hoots Alexis.

"Huh," says Isabella, ignoring Alexis. "- can I try something with that?"

To Isabella: "Certainly."

To Alexis: "I believe that your libido draws your attention to the fact that you know we are present, rather than informing you if you had not previously known and/or introducing a new avenue to this perception. If I am wrong, please inform me."

Isabella does something. Now she is unsenseable.

"You have no sense of humor," says Alexis.

"I do have one, it's simply malformed." 

To Isabella: "I can no longer sense you. What ability is that?" 

"What does malformed mean?" Alexis whispers to Gabrielle.

"I can make things that are happening not happen, pretty much," says Isabella. "I mostly use it when I trip."

"Oh, that seems so useful! Could you use it on--a stroke, a hurricane, some more minor natural disaster-"

"I don't think I look good enough to do a natural disaster but I would probably be useful if somebody had a stroke," says Isabella.

"Well, that's what consultants are for, aren't they--I have no head for it whatever, my sister designed this outfit, I only chose the colors."

"My brother helps me. I do have dressier versions, but I've never actually encountered a natural disaster."

"I'm lucky enough that so far I haven't encountered anything I'm not willing to wear day-to-day but of course I would take uncomfortable and powerful over neither if I should in some way discover such." 

"Anyway!" interrupts Mercedes. "Nobody ever made it to the Olympics through chitchat! Fliers in the air, pedestrians on the track, reconvene in thirty minutes for targets and style presentations."

Isabella shrugs and takes off.

So does Katarzyna.

It's a little hard to chat in the air. Isabella gets close to Katarzyna anyway and calls, "So what's your range on the sense?"

"I am currently uncertain! Fairly long on a local scale!"

"What does that mean in yards?"