[color=ed145b][b]Clair Carnelian[/b][/color]

	[color=ed145b]"'Ugh' is right,"[/color] Clair said, dropping her bags on the floor.

	Day one at Beacon Academy, the school of her dreams, had only turned out to be an exercise in sensory overload. Between her arrival, sudden introduction, and the drama that unfolded in the dining hall, there was nothing more that Clair wanted to do than to collapse on Sarina's couch, but she couldn't think of her new room assignment as anything but surreal.

	[color=ed145b][i]Do all Beacon students get to live like royalty, or is this kind of treatment reserved for upperclassmen?[/i][/color]

	Back in her cozy single in Haven, she could scarcely fit more than a desk and a dresser, let alone her bed. In comparison, Sarina's dorm room was like a penthouse apartment, the kind that millionaires buy for themselves in crowded cities. All of the furniture was spotless, as though it had just been assembled in the hallway outside and brought in moments before her arrival. The only exceptions to this were the other three beds, all pushed together in the corner, gathering dust.

	[color=ed145b]"Well, looks like I'm home,"[/color] Clair sighed. She pulled a bed away from the other two and dusted off the bare mattress. Sarina's belongings occupied most of the usable space in the room, making it hard for her to stake a claim for herself.

	[color=ed145b]"Hey, Sarina,"[/color] she began.

	[color=ed145b][i]Any chance you could move all of your crap? Living in a royal suite must be nice, but I'm here now, so -[/i][/color]

	[color=ed145b]"No, never mind,"[/color] she said. [color=ed145b]"I'm exhausted."[/color] She fell face-first onto her bed. [color=ed145b]"Tell me there's nothing else I have to do today, [i]Princess[/i]."[/color]