[center][h1][color=gold]Elena[/color][/h1][/center]

As Elena stepped off of the train, having just awoken from a nap she had taken on the train ride over, the girl noted the large swath of people that were pushing their way through the crowd to get to their things. Giving a slight frown at the thought of having to move through a sea of people, a short moment later she rolled her eyes at the situation and, deciding there was no way to avoid it, began pushing her way through fellow students in order to get to her two suitcases of things. Being stronger than some of the less physically active students trying to move forward, Elena was more easily able to push some of the others out of the way as she moved forwards. Though this garnered her some looks, a few dirty glances, and a few people barking in frustration as she moved forwards, she eventually managed to make her way to the baggage claim and grabbed up her two suitcases in each hand. 

Beginning to make her way up the hill, Elena tried to maintain a steady but somewhat hurried pace, hoping to get ahead of the rest of the crowd so she could get a moment of fresh air before they arrived at the Academy. Admittedly, she had used the train ride to take a nap, having not slept the most the previous night due to the...well, sheer excitement she felt about today. Today was the day of the Sacrementum, when she would be getting partnered with a mage for the school year. As for who that mage would be, she didn't really know for sure. Her power was perhaps not the best among all of them, but she hoped it would be appreciated by whoever she was paired with. If nothing else, her power sure came in handy when recovering from accidental injuries she had sustained at home in the past. For example: when she had accidentally sliced open her palm while trying to cut a cooked steak she had prepared for herself one summer afternoon. 

Eventually, the red haired girl noticed three familiar heads in the distance, a smile coming to her face as she did. Hastening her pace a bit more, she nearly began to run as she attempted to catch up to a few of her friends from her first year at St. Fortuna's Academy.  

[color=gold]"Hey Fecility! Nancy! Monty!"[/color] the athletic girl said, trying to call ahead to the group as she attempted to get their attention whilst continuing her uphill run towards them. 

[@onenote][@Invader Len][@The Errorist]