Ophelia had arrived to the school, her gaze plain, almost bored. She crossed her arms and let out a small sigh. Slowly, her hand rose to her face, her fingers intertwining with her brown curls. "I hope this is worth my time." Ophelia muttered under her breath as she sauntered inside the building. Oh well, school is better than no school at all.
The alchemist wore a white cotton dress that stopped at her knees. The neck of her dress was tied with a red bow, most likely the item that kept her glamour (human form) intact. She wore white heels that clicked along the ground of the school in a methodical rhythm. Ophelia came to this school prepared it seems.