It almost hadn't been worth it to get them both here on time. Gertrud frowned at the courtyard turf, her brow wrinkling in distress. They should have just been permitted to go to class. How many years had they been a team? She looked over the crowd, watching the spectacle with a steady glare. She was happy for them, really, but just [i]waiting[/i] as the fresh meat milled around was almost too much. Her and Simone were apart from the group, signifying that they had already formed a team, which was fine by Gertrud because she wasn't missing any of the fun those finding their partner were having. Having an old friend to rely on was more than enough, even if working together was a consistently hellish experience. With a continued glower she adjusted the tag reading "MEISTER" slapped across the front of her shirt, it had caught a fold underneath.
"They know all about us," she said, speaking up and looking to Simone. "The academy, I mean. Shouldn't they sort this out beforehand?" It was said every year by an increasingly exasperated Gertrud. A tiny voice reminded her that she wasn't even missing anything, and she reminded herself that she was supposed to be composed. Seeking a distraction, she looked over the bag laying at her feet once more, ensuring that it contained her suit, just in case, and proper stationery for academic work. Was it the sun or just nerves? The fidgeting was too tense, even for Trude. "How about you, Simone? You're absolutely sure you have everything?" Her head poked up from the duffel bag, casting an interrogating look at the Weapon.