Emily had, through reputation, distinct facial impression and flaunting a large red Spear, convinced some of the non-magical assistants to carry her luggage to her room, in the biggest, most extravagant dorm on the campus, making sure that her darling Cassy was kept close at all times. She couldn't have anyone looking at her without sending them a 'your organs would look lovely on my mantelpiece' look. But then she was led to this...This...shack. A place Emily would not have even kept horses! If she had any horses, her father liked Horse meat and so all her ponies seemed to go missing...But, as it stood, she was trapped here, and people knew she did not like it. The man who had guided her here even announced 'Please don't stab me Madam' before fleeing with great haste. Now she was going to have to bully some other bastards to bring her luggage here. She could make a better house than this out of strategic placement of her suitcases. Or rather, getting Cassy to make a strategic plan, and some other whelp to build it for her. But seriously! She could hear the wind whistling though the building softly.

Once the man had finished his boring speech - with the only good part being that she would have Cassy with her as a room-mate for life, which would make anyone not lookin gat her and her not making flirty eyes at any of the men easier - she stormed up to the man, straightened her back and stuck her chest out. In her current dress, and heels, she struck an imposing figure, and her face was always in that 'borderline of Insane' style of look.
"How dare you stick me and my partner in this run-down shack! it is a disgrace! I should have you beheaded for the mere insult!" Emily shouted, brandishing her spear dangerously, and speaking with a regal, commanding tone.