Elizabeth woke up early. Very likely a lot earlier than most other students, which didn't really prevent her from making a hell of a lot of noise, rummaging through her belongings to find her 'uniform'. 

Her room was about as messy as you'd expect from a free spirit like her. It surely wasn't the smallest room in the dormitory by any means, but the girl managed to make it look pretty damn cramped. There was a large working desk with various pieces of metal in various shapes spread across that virtually ate one fourth of the entire room. Lizz' bed wasn't much more than a fair sized mattress obscured by an awfully old looking but surprisingly comfortable couch with panoramic view on said work desk. The actual desk-desk section was horribly small and only offered very few books and a bunch of unorganized sketches and notes. Both of which had scorch marks here and there. The only piece of furniture that didn't look like it was older than Lizz herself was the wardrobe, which contrary to peoples expectations was not the 'avalanche' type, but reasonably uncluttered. And all of that was covered in a fine layer of good old fashioned junk - rags burned as fresh ones, undefinable tools probably used for various tasks at the desk, ripped out book pages of unknowable origin, broken down pieces of armor, a few mostly empty bottles here and there, glass splinters, a variety of bandages and 'first aid equipment', two pairs of clunky leather boots. However, out of all the people in the entire academy, less than a handful knew what the inside of Miss Seyes room looked like, the few exceptions being people who forcefully had to move the pink haired girl into enforced room arrest - they were afraid she could damage or destroy the official holding cells, so it was decided to lock her up somewhere were she'd not cause too much destruction. Apart from that, people keep away from the room as it was considered somewhat like a lions den...and rightfully so. Needless to say, her door has one or two magic seals that can be used to lock it up, and Elizabeth does not have 'the key' for those. 

After a decidedly too long period of causing a ruckus including loud and vulgar curses only adept users of sound dampening magic could endure at this time of the day, Elizabeth Seyes [i]the guard[/i] stepped onto the corridor. Of course, she had volunteered for a shift at the ceremony, not only because that'd give her a chance to receive some respectful (or fearful) attention, it also earned her a handful of pay [i]and[/i] made the horribly dull ceremony more bearable. Her working attire differed from the regular guard only in two points: For one, she was wearing a sleeveless belted leather vest, that really was more belts than vest if you looked at it technically. The custom garment fulfilled two duties, protecting her torso from blows and superficial damage, and putting emphasis on her 'weaponry'. Which was point two. Where other guards had a polearm, halberd or some such, Lizz had two fists, wrapped in fingerless leather gloves that protected ones knuckles in the case of the unintentional - or intentional? - wall punch. This outfit also revealed both of her brawny arms, the left one covered in a tattoo portraying cogwheel shapes, wandering from her wrist all the way up to her shoulder and resurfacing from the vest around the right side of her neck, the other one decorated with three impressive scars, all of which were referring to training accidents. This was no coincident, the girl actually protects the - in her eyes - more valuable skin on her left arm with her right one when shit hits the fan and the fan blades come flying. While the academy guard didn't exactly approve of her appearance, they were secretly relieved because fists were rather low on the lethality-scale, even 'in the hands' of a choleric thug.

Her initially grumpy mood - due to not finding those cursed gloves - was quickly replaced with a self-satisfied and slightly mean smile. She felt superior wandering the academy in this set of clothes. Just outside the dormitory, a group of early-bird second-year boys recognized the face and attire, and promptly made a run for it. It was like sweet honey dripping onto her already swollen ego, which now started to wallow in it. If only, if only someone'd provoke a quarrel at the ceremony...that'd truly make her day.