After navigating through the long corridors, Claudia dashed to homeroom to finally arrive just in time. Accompanied by a a gasp of exhaustion and  a sigh of relief, the girl scanned the room, looking for whoever looked like she could talk English and for whatever empty chair was left to sit in. Within moments, Claudia walked to one of them and before doing what would someone (provided they aren't a wrestler) normally does on a chair which would be sitting down, spoke.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Claudia Dwyer, from--"

But the teacher came in, and Claudia Dwyer failed to complete her introduction. Only after a chance to start over appeared was she able to deliver an introduction again, repeating what she had said enthusiastically and continuing with a "...the United States. I hope we'll get along famously!"

But none of the Japanese could probably understand that. 

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Byakko, on the other hand, had been greeted with a welcome from a fellow countrywoman, who had pointed to another foreign girl beside. Because they were too new to call them arseholes, the girl returned a slightly polite, but dull-toned response in Japanese.

"Byakko Murakumo, from the town nearby. Don't mind the name, Kibayashi-san, they called me that because I'm too white or something. Apparently, my grandmother got full gray-haired when she was just 14, and it passed to be a full-blown case of albino to me.

By the way, I don't like what I'm probably seeing ahead. The teacher, especially. I had personally witnessed her being too Führer a few times before."

Skip a few hours ahead. Byakko, fresh out of the room, decided to roll to the cafeteria for some lunch. Thanks to her legs (or lack thereof), Byakko got ahead on the line, and is now just a little while before she could finally get going to the tables.