After purchasing six Redbulls and an apple, Clover scanned the room to try and find a place to sit. It was just now nine 'o clock, so she had some time to kill. The young witch heard a slight clamor to her left and turned just in time to see a blue haired student plop his sketch book down at an unoccupied table.

Clover crosses the room and sits down opposite the stranger, flashing him a smile as she shoves four of the energy drinks into her book bag for later. "Hello, darling," the ginger says as she pops the tab on the first beverage. "I love your hair," she continues, trying to catch his gaze. "Do you do it yourself?"

She stops here to down the first can in one go. [i]'Oh sweet Jesus, that's good,'[/i] she thinks, closing her eyes and sighing as she waits for the caffeine to take affect. "I'm Clover, I just finished my first semester here," she stops and takes a bite of her apple here. "I'm a witch," she offers, because she isn't sure if the other could tell or not. Did people usually say their species when introducing themselves? Clover had no idea. "What's your name?"


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