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“Estellise Sidos Heurassein Nuit” he placed his coffee mug silently, cautiously on the table, adjusting his glasses ever so slightly in order to retain perfect vision of his target. “I knew your sister, albeit briefly.”

[color=#6050DC]“Yes sir.”[/color]  
 
“And why, may I ask, are you here?” He spun to face a great window that seemed as if it portrayed the entire world.

[color=#6050DC]“My scores are high enough, I wish to transfer.”[/color]

“Tell me, Mrs. Nuit. Why have you come here and your sister hasn’t?” He let his right hand fall onto a cane that lay upon the armrest of his chair, his thumb slowly, methodically circling the grip.

[color=#6050DC]“Bianca is hurt, our mother passed away, she wishes to stay with my family.”[/color]

“I’m very sorry to hear that, but don’t forget the latter half of my question.  Are you not hurt by your mother’s untimely death?” He turned once more, but not for Estelle, for his coffee. He took a sip of the milky brown concoction and clicked his tongue, signifying the heat of the drink.

[color=#6050DC]“I was hurt very much sir, but there are two reactions a woman can have when her mother is killed by Grimm.”[/color] He focused in on her, giving her his full attention. 

[color=#6050DC]“And I choose to fight.”[/color]

“Hmm...very well,” Ozpin began. “Estellise Sidos Heurassein Nuit, I hereby address you as a member of Beacon academy, and member of team JSS, please see them about renaming your team.” Ozpin said, without waiting for further acceptance from the girl he stood up from his chair and made his way toward a filing cabinet on the right to deposit a ream of records he'd been reviewing and retrieve the next folder.

Estelle had practiced that interview for what felt like a lifetime. But now she felt herself drowning in consequences. She hadn’t accepted the fact that she might not be turned away. 

But here she was, walking through Beacon’s halls as a senior huntress. It felt, unearned. 
She was trying to follow the map her sister had laid out for her of Beacon but it proved… 
Difficult. She seemed to believe Estelle knew about all of her team’s experiences. 

[i] ‘Turn right at the bookshelf Gratia called Napoli a cheese fucker at (the third time).’[/i] 

[color=6050DC] “I love you Bianca, but come the fuck on.”[/color]

Estelle eventually happened upon a hallway that appeared to be a residence of some kind, she saw girls and boys walking around with toothbrushes and generally wearing casual clothing, all of these things would suggest a dormitory. She kept walking through the hall, she wasn’t really sure what to be looking for, she wouldn’t recognize anyone, or, at least it was unlikely.

There was a white-haired woman roaming around the hall aimlessly. Had this been any other situation, the stoic girl leaning back against a wall would have ignored the woman as just another one of the useless, irrelevant units that made up the faceless masses of Beacon's many students. Sparing them any of her attention would have been irregular, unbecoming of the traditionally loner girl. Yet the familiarity of the lost woman, the beautiful white hair ... that immediately pricked her interest. Gratia Mindaro's onyx eyes were sharp, gaze already following the woman's movements.

At first, she had mistaken the woman to be the previous "B" of Vignoble. But it wasn't Bianca Nuit. No wings. No smile. Too tall. She released her crossed arms. So her teammate wasn't back. It was just someone who looked eerily similar. A flicker of disappointment flashed across her face. A fucking shame then. It would have helped to have the bird back to assist the team.

Still, didn't Nuit say something about an older sister? Her eyes studied the woman again. It could fit. But what was her former teammate's sister doing here?

"[color=66cd00]Ms Estelle Nuit?[/color]"

Her voice was loud and clear.

Estelle let a sigh escape her lips momentarily, she was lost. This school, for having very unique architecture, was a damn maze. But as soon as she was ready to give up searching and head back to Ozpin, however, she heard her name.

Estelle's head turned, without her body to the source of the noise. She gazed at the girl quickly glancing up and down. She didn't recognize her. Estelle's torso turned to match her stare and she began heading towards the girl who had called her out her name. She concluded in her mind that this girl could only have been on team VGNB with Bianca, or had some ulterior knowledge of Bianca and herself that she didn't know about.

Estelle walked up to the girl with a soft gaze.

[color=6050DC] “I'm sorry, you have me at a disadvantage, may I ask your name?"[/color]

It was the elder Nuit, then. Gratia met the older huntress' gaze with her own, the coolness in her look clearly evident. So this was how Estelle was. She could see similarities to her teammate in the other girl, but there was a sense of melancholy and passivity that Bianca had lacked. Not diametrically opposed, but there were distinctions. She could not expect the Faunus to act like Bianca at all.

"[color=66cd00]Gratia Mindaro,[/color]" was her clipped reply, her tones utterly lacking in any emotion. "[color=66cd00]I am a member of Team VGNB.[/color]"

[color=6050dc] "I see, Gratia Mindaro... It's nice to finally meet you, Bianca told me about you."[/color] Estelle began offering her hand to Gratia to shake. [color=6050dc]"Bianca wanted me to tell you, she's sorry."[/color] Estelle paused, adjusting her posture and shifting her weight off of one leg and onto another. [color=6050dc]"She needs some time to figure everything out, she'll come around one day."[/color] Estelle said placing a sympathetic hand on Gratia's shoulder.

The senior didn't let her hand linger, taking it off of Gratia's shoulder and pushing her hair back and out of her face. She glanced around a little trying to figure out where she should be going.

[color=6050dc]"Well if you need anything from Bianca or myself, feel free to ask, I'll do anything for one of Bianca's friends, she doesn't have many. So, don't suppose you know where I'm supposed to be going? Bianca wrote this for me but I can't seem to make sense of it."[/color] Estelle handed the younger girl Bianca's directions to the dormitory.

"[color=66cd00]I see.[/color]"

She would allow her teammate as much time as was necessary.

Gratia took the directions with little fanfare, eyes immediately moving to interpret the graceful handwriting that was recognisably the younger Nuit's. The directions were utterly unintelligible. Her face did not waver from her impassive, flat expression, but there was a slight twitch of annoyance present in one of her onyx eyes. How had the former Vignoble member thought such an irritatingly-written list of instructions would be something that Estelle could understand? She herself could barely interpret a quarter of it.

"[color=66cd00]It's down the next hallway,[/color]" she said bluntly, folding up the instructions. "[color=66cd00]Senior teams reside in a different sector from us.[/color]"

The older woman could take care of herself from there.

[color=6050dc]"Thank you very much, I'll see myself there."[/color] Estelle thanked the girl and walked straight past her through the hall she had mentioned. and quickly found a door with the room number that matched the one she was supposed to be looking for. She knocked on the door, but heard no response. 

Estelle dug into her pocket before a cold metal twang resonated through her fingers. She grabbed the key and palced it into the lock, twisting it awkwardly trying to unlock the door. She was met with a satisfying click and the door began to swing open. She peeked her head in, but it seemed like everyone was gone. She found a bed, neatly made with a small calling card ontop that read [i]~Estelle~[/i]. She let out a short sigh and flopped down onto her new sheet, pulling them from all sides around her like she was making a burrito. Blissfully, she drifted off to sleep.