[Center][B]☆ Helena ☆[/b]
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Helena had spent the last few weeks getting the hang of this whole college life. It got better and better being away from home and everyone she knew. It helped to have people to talk to now. Even if she wasn't totally for certain that she'd call them friends just yet. Or at least very close friends. But they were friendly, and they gave her something to do aside from sit and study or do school work.

She had maybe indulged herself a bit too much the night before. Her father had sent her a few bottles of her favorite ale from home, and she might have finished one herself, and stayed up too late doing it. And now, now she was already cursing the sun as it came shining through her window and it felt like straight into her face.

Grumbling, cursing, and generally being in a foul tempered mood, she climbed out of bed and splashed her face with the cold water in the basin on her vanity. She hissed at the cold, but knew she needed it to actually leave her room and not want to light someone on fire. And that was something that was very important that she had to do today. Because it wasn't just classes she might be skipping out on if she arise today. It was important things. Like a mission. 

Helena hurried out of her room still in the clothes she was wearing yesterday, that she'd fallen asleep in, huffing in the brisk air as she pulled her cloak tighter about her. Her hair was in a messy braid, also from the day before, but most of it had come undone and her hair haloed around her head in a flame colored light. Her eyes were a little red as well, and looked almost bruised from the dark circles around them. 

She rubbed at her nose gently, being careful of the ring through it. She hoped she wouldn't catch a cold this winter, that would be just terrible. Especially right now. She was just glad, as she stepped into the warmth of the mess hall, that she'd at least had enough foresight to pack her bags before she started drinking. Because trying to do that right now would be all sorts of terrible. 

She got her food and sat down heavily at a half full table. She looked at her plate with almost distaste before grabbing the hot tea and sipping at that before starting in on her food. She didn't really want to eat, but if she didn't, she'd regret it later. All she wanted to do right now was not throw up.  She was normally much better at handling her drink, but she hadn’t had much the last few months and she over indulged. 

“Pace yourself next time, Helena,” she grumbled to herself, picking apart a heel of bread into little crumbs.