Far, far in the back of the crowd, while the headmistress gave a much cliched opening statement, a [color=ed1c24]certain[/color] [color=39b54a]woman[/color] leaned against the concrete of the auditorium with her head bowed. Her deep dark brown hair flowed down, as it rested on the concrete, while the green ribbon that held it in place seemed to do nothing to even shorten the threads of her head. Her dress shirt, a mixture of white, black, and green, had a little peculiar red ball on its chest. This ball seemed to be a plain ornament... or was it? This was her actual seeing eye, as the eyes on her head served no more purpose than to show her expressions, which as of right now displayed an unimpressed, yet still curious, mien. She was unimpressed, perhaps, to the introductory speech, although her scrolling "eyes" showed a curiosity to whatever something new may come in to this year. To most students, she was simply known as [color=ed1c24]Sarina [/color] [color=8dc73f]Marcel[/color], the teacher that gave lectures boisterously, and sometimes, annoyingly. Others, who had affiliations to the mystics, may know her as a rather powerful fallen angel, although very few truly know her as Sariel, a legendary figure of destruction, who have sealed most of her power away.


When the headmistress had done speaking, Sarina Marcel raised her head and leaped forward and away from the wall, to begin the first business of her first day at this year of work: to [s]spot the main character[/s] try and familiarize whatever face she sees in this rather big room. Most of them were the fairly usual blondes, brunettes and gingers, but a few had unusual hair colors of light blue, deep red, light green, too black, and among many other colors. Most of them were simply dyed, but those with odd hair were more likely to possess something special than most others, and the Japanese exchange students, or at least how Sarina Marcel interpreted their names, who had this characteristic were by far the most likely to have something magical in their reach. That leads her to ask: [color=8dc73f][i]Is Japan a magical country or something? [/i][/color]

Sarina Marcel simply laughed it off, then continued her job memorizing the faces of the students in this very hall.

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[color=9e0039]"Mister Sickle, today's a bountiful harvest for you and me!~♥ If only Miss Sariel didn't gaze at me too much...."[/color]