Edric was wringing his hands nervously as he walked towards the assembly hall. His feet padded along rhythmically as he continued to think about the pink haired woman. He hadn't been able to think about anything else, the fact that that woman looked [i]exactly[/i] like his mother filled his mind. With his mind totally devoted to her, he wasn't watching where he was walking. He managed to trip over something and landed face first on the floor. 

[i]How'd that feel, loser?[/i] said Azamor.

[i]Ugh.[/i] He groaned, both out loud and to the lesser demon. [i]Not. The. Time, Aza.[/i]

[i]It's always the time to screw with you, nerd.[/i] He was fairly positive that his nose was broken, blood streaming from his right nostril. He flopped face-up and found himself laying between two other students. One was a red-haired woman in her early twenties. The other was a woman around his age. He found himself entranced by her eyes. They were a violet color, similar to his own, but there was something different about them. He shook his head and sat up, and propped himself with his elbow. He pinched his nose and groaned once more.

[color=lime]"Well, hello!"[/color] He said. [color=lime]"I'm Edric. Edric Karst. I'd say that I'm normally not this clumsy, but that'd be a lie."[/color] He started to smile, but winced in pain. [color=lime]"Would you be willing to help me up? I'm afraid I might fall again."[/color] 

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