Late, as always, Maribeth made her way up the steps into the dorm hall. The maid followed her up the steps and stopped at the door with two of her bags, frowning at the young girl, "I'm sorry miss Wilson. I wish there were another way." Maribeth smiled warmly at Gwendolyn, reaching up to hug her dear old friend pulling back and wiping her own tears. "It's alright, Gweny. I'll be fine here! I might even make friends!" Maribeth grinned, hoping to receive the same enthusiasm from Gwendolyn. The older lady grinned back and Maribeth felt better immediately. She had to fake enthusiasm around her companions so that they wouldn't fear for her or pity her. 

	Once Maribeth had taken ahold of her luggage, she watched as the black sedan pulled away and sighed, biting her lip to not let out a sob. It was hard not being wanted, but things would get better. At least that's what she told herself. Clearing her throat, Mari turned around and fixed herself before going inside. She straightened out her high waisted skirt and wiped the tears away from her face. The butler had made an unexpected stop when the wheel of the car had suddenly exploded, so naturally, Maribeth was late and had arrived after the commencement speech had been made. 

	Luckily, the Headmistress was still near the entrance, next to a box which contained some papers. Maribeth greeted her with a genuine smile and walked over, listening to her before taking her packet and walking away silently. "Floor one, room one. Simple enough." Maribeth muttered to herself as she looked up and squinted at the door signs. She had forgotten her glasses at home which she was probably going to get the next week through the mail, along with a very angrily written letter from her father, telling her how careless she really was. 

"Here it is!" 

Finding her room was the easy part, opening it while holding many bags was the hard part. No one seemed eager to help so Maribeth had to set everything down and open the door then pick everything up only to leave the room and lock the door once again. She had no means to stay in her room for very long. The drive to the academy was excruciatingly long and she had only ate once in the very morning. She needed food if these people wanted to see a coherent and content Maribeth. Since she didn't know anyone, Maribeth decided to keep it that way, walking with her eyes scanning the walls for directions and humming quietly to herself. Something she should have done in a room by herself rather than in front of a semi-crowded hallway. She knew what her voice could do but being alone for so many years, the girl forgot that others were affected by it.