Mr. Simmons gives a booming laugh of approval. A flock of birds erupts from a nearby tree; at least half of them just fall to the ground. "GOOD TO SEE THE NEW ARRIVAL'S GOT THE RIGHT ATTITUDE! MOLANDER, YOU'LL BE THE OTHER CAPTAIN! GET SORTED INTO TEAMS AND LET'S PLAY SOME DODGEBALL!"
With that, he marches off, every step constituting an enthusiastic fracking attempt.
You turn to the vampire whom he'd called Molander, a dark-skinned, bespectacled specimen who seems to be making a concentrated effort to maintain his balance. He gives you a shrug, clearly willing to let you make the first choice, and you turn to the rest of your classmates, who have arranged themselves into a line in front of you, waiting for your decision.