[i]Alright[/i].

Byakko inhaled deeply, clearing her mind only for it to be flooded once again by constant reminders. 

[i]Things already laid, straight to homeroom. No distractions. Only talk once in. Else, late.[/i]

Byakko rolled the wheels forward, pushing straight through the throng. Not too rudely-- letting everyone move out to clear the way, but bumping anyone if they haven't moved and bulldozing them over if they didn't get her message.

[i]Third year, room blah blah blah. Dormitory number yada yada yada. Forget the roommate.[/i]

After plowing through the crowds, the girl finally found herself within an ornate room, not unlike an indoor ampitheatre. The quarter was big and cozy, and spaces were wide enough between rows, enough for her wheelchair to fit in between, but there was still a problem:

Stairs.

[i]Not again.[/i]

But this time, there are more people around. Someone might be willing to help her out-- unless everyone here are asshats.

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[i]Claudia still on the way to homeroom. People in the hallway may interact.[/i]