[u]Rosette Sauveterre [/u]

Without a person teasing her for her appearance, Rosette immediately seemed more comfortable in the conversation. Although she was truly embarrassed about getting detention, she would rather share that information with others, versus hide it from them and have them find out from someone else. A nasty rumor could easily stem from something like that, if nobody knew the exact nature of her offense. She finished her bite of food, and proceeded to explain the story, “When I arrived here on the boats yesterday, I was greeted by a staff member who immediately treated me like a child; an honest mistake, in his defense. However, the main problem was that he used a ridiculously high-pitched voice, more like the kind you would hear someone use when talking to an infant, than a child the age I appear to be. When I told him I was actually twenty-two, his tone grew even more exaggerated than before, and he proceeded to reprimand me for trying to act like an adult when he knew I was probably only about ten or eleven.”

She sighed a bit, and shook her head, “I had been feeling sick during the entire boat ride, so I was in a particularly irritable mood, and I lost my temper. My sense of reason fled to the great and wondrous beyond, and I did something that I will not try to defend. Not a single person in this room would consider my actions to be anything other than foolish. I proceeded to assert my real age, and in a rather nasty tone, demanded to know if he wanted me to kill him. The truth is that I would never actually do anything like that, but I was furious enough to make dire threats, ignorant of the consequences.”

She looked down at her spoon, thoughtfully swirling at her black-eyed peas, “What happened next, was that he flew into a panic, and I was dragged off to a special cell meant to hold students with spatial powers.” She looked back at Henry, “In hindsight, I should have known better than to think a person would not take me seriously. I should have kept greater control over my temper, and taken my things to my dormitory. A brief flash of anger is not worth the troubles that come as a result.”

Rosette then took another bite of her food, having finished the story.