[B]Gratia Mindaro - "Dei Tour" (Godfuckingdamnit Fiordilatte!)[/B]

"[color=66CD00]Venetia, Nuit, stop spreading misinformation to the cat,[/color]" snapped Gratia, though the tone directed at her two non-Neapolitan teammates was far less full of irritation and venom than the tone she used for Team VGNB's 'N' member. Mostly because they were far less irksome than the cheese-eating idiot who she had unfortunately been partnered up with. "[color=66CD00]Fiordilatte, fuck off with the foul feline jokes.[/color]"

She was tired of having to deal with Napoli on a constant basis. Freedom was close, but for now, she pulled up her headphones, snapping them tightly around her head and allowing the melodious notes of smooth jazz flow into her ears. No interruptions now. Just the music and the tour. It was bliss, really. No more fucking annoyances to listen to.

Noting the location of the library in this grand school was important, and Gratia had temporarily turned off her music player to listen to their guide's words. The capability to make transcontinental calls was useful, but unlikely to be something she would make use of. Her parents could barely scratch together the money to send her to Haven, let alone afford calls across such long distances.

Still, whatever books she could find would be interesting enough.

But for now, music.