A small wave of panic hit Mia as she was jostled in the throng of students, the constant stream of data doing little to quell the uneasiness running through her. Perhaps this wasn’t the best place for the shy girl after all, as she tried to keep some control being pushed forward into the main hall as everyone dispelled towards seats. The older more assured beings making their way towards the front of the assembly as the rest filed into seats in some for a hierarchy the girl assumed watching them. 

In an attempt to escape the crowd, Mia attempted to free herself by inching slowly to the edge of the throng, but failed to notice that upon entering the Main Hall the crowd lessened causing her to stumble into a row almost tripping and landing on a blue haired boy (Varren) her face flushing bright red, [b]”S-so-sorry!!”[/B] the girl stuttered out quickly straightening herself looking down, before giving up and sitting a seat down from the boy. Muttering to herself, she shook her head reprimanding her foolish actions; this was a chance for a fresh start and become a more assertive person.

Lost in her thoughts Mia failed to notice the small figure make its way up onto the stage until the ear splitting feedback echoed when the mic was crushed, covering her ears as she winced her attention firmly drawn to the stage blinking twice at the small human looking person announced himself in a rather colorful and superior way. A quick flicker of her eyes drew the stream of data focused on the headmaster out onto her glasses as she looked over the data curiously, most of it was missing sections but what he had said about himself matched what she could find. [b]”Guess I was expecting something a little less startling..hah…”[/b] she murmured to herself dismissing the data back into the constant stream, once more having neglected to pay attention to the announcements. She would have to pull up the recording and give it a proper listen later.

Mimicking everyone else the girl reached down under her chair to withdraw a slip of torn paper, as if it was haphazardly ripped from a notebook and scribbled across it was a neat and pristine 69 a strange contrast to the tinged and worn paper, tilting her head curiously Mia looked around in the same confusion as everyone else before looking back towards the stage wondering just what she was in store for.