Dismissal of the auditorium caused even more of a flourish of students going to and from the hallway. Charlize had heard the beginning of the year message one too many times, and probably if she searched in her data banks at all, would find that she had it pretty much all memorized. 

She blinked rapidly as she accessed her data bank that had been installed into her head that fateful night. The bank consisted of three editable ports. Port one was memories, all things she wanted to keep safe belonged in port one. Port two was physicality, mentalities, and practicalities. This included things such as knowing how to walk, knowing how to speak, knowing not to punch yourself in the face when the doorbell rings. Port two was a no touch zone, as Charlize didn't want to corrupt any files that could mess her up in anyway. Port three was her short term memory slot. She often used this for just storing things for the day and week. It was by the weekend she'd lay in her bed and sort out all the information and place it in correct spot she felt fit. 

Stranger's name in the hallway? Trash. 

Some drunken guy trying to dry hump her at a party? Trash. 

The guy in front of her's butt? Port 1.

Blinking again she readjusted herself and started to walk away from the entry way of the castle. Off to go to her dorm room to get some things unpacked and perhaps meet her new room mate if she received one this year.