[i][color=f6989d]Elizabeth Hawkins[/color][/i] - [u]Truth of Truths[/u]

Quietly in a simple, long-sleeved blouse behind nearly the entirety of the student body resided a pale, heavily freckled girl with fiery red hair. Observant of he behaviors of those in front of her, Elizabeth quietly watched on while the Headmistress discussed the rules of the school. Rules that she had heard the exact same revisions of for the past two years. Coming here was somber after the prior year, especially since there was the death of a student. At least there was something to look forward to this year, particularly that she was no longer really one of the lower members of the horticulture club.

Instead, her knowledge about growing plants and herbs would be passed down for once, rather than constantly being taught.

It was satisfying for her to imagine such a process, and it caused a slight smile to rise upward upon her rosy lips. Once the whole ordeal was dismissed however, she walked forward with the rest of the masses. Paying ill attention to the world in front of her as she rifled through her bags for a moment. Within it she brought out an old and leather-bound journal, with small multicolored tabs of paper sticking out in various spots through the top in order to keep note of specific spots of interest. Once this was tucked safely beneath the folded arm of her long coat, the smile she wore didn't fade in the least as she casually meandered her way towards her dormitory room.

She knew these halls all too well, having spent the last two school years of her life there. It did not cause a sensation or inept direction or even a penchant of worry. Having snuck out past the Sophomore curfew from time to time had brought her much fortune and misfortune alike.

Sauntering gracefully through the crowds, the Alchemist wove her way through the chaos of nervousness, giddiness and excitement to coolly find her own humble abode. Deft fingertips dug through an array of bags that she had mailed to the school, plucking out a variety of personal items, clothing and bits of decoration; finishing of course with a picture of her mother and father upon the nightstand. Sitting upon the comfortable mattress, the fiery looking girl took the mahogany handle of a hairbrush and gently ran it through her strands of red, smoothing it and forcing it to behave slightly better than it normally would. 

[i][color=f6989d]This is going to be a beautiful year...less gloomy than the last, I hope.[/color][/i] She softly contemplated to herself while glancing over her shoulder, figuring that her roommate should have arrived by now. It was a new one, a girl she hadn't met yet, and even in spite of how small the Student Body was, one or two always seemed to slip between her fingertips.

Figuring that it would be dinner soon enough, she snapped up her odd, leathery book and an additional notebook. Tucking a simple pen into the crook of her ear, Elizabeth would smoothly make her way to the dining hall. Pushing the wide doors open, she found her usual seat towards the middle of the room and sat, patiently waiting for a chance at dinner while she opened the notebook itself. Within her eyes as she did such, there would be a [i][color=9e0039]crimson[/color][/i] flicker of anticipation. The Stone that she had become wanted more knowledge and intellect, just as she did.

Oddly, the leather-bound elder book appeared to just be a listing. Nothing more. No hints, no clues, just a list of written story-like passages and contacts that had once been friends of Flamel.

But the procurement of such would require the deciphering of Nicolas Flamel's second written volume. It held much more code than the last, so plucking her pen from her ear and biting her bottom lip, she began her work once again. Hopefully she could make some more progress than she had the prior night before.