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This was taking too long.

To think that these curs would [i]dare[/i] make her wait this long, that they would even [i]dare[/i] let her stand up like this, that they would [i]dare[/i] group her up with these... these peasants! For such a prestigious place, their efficiency and speed left a lot to be desired. Well, the decor was passable, if not for these mongrels in her presence.

Franceska sighed, rubbing her temple. All this stress was giving her a headache.

She did notice the coughing, but did not turn around. Why would she? What sort of uncivilized boor would try to address her that way? But it was impossible to ignore them once they started talking, thus Franceska turned around to see who it was.

[color=Darkorchid]"Well now, I didn't expect to find a lady as beautiful as you amongst our student body, nor can I believe that I managed to miss you last year either."[/color]

Almost immediately her mind went white, her mouth stretched in a terse smile. Franceska had been here but for an hour, and already there were flies like that flocking to her as if she were leftover scraps of cheese. Were she but a naive girl, with her heart so easily swayed, perhaps this sort of tactic would work. But she was a Vrodiskovich, a woman of honor and virtue! For such a trick, nay, for such an [i]offense[/i] to be played upon her was unforgivable.

[color=darkorchid]"My name is Jeanette Blackwood, and if you would be so kind, I would ask that you please except this Erish Rose from my homeland as a gift from me to you. A noble specimen for someone of equally noble bearing."[/color]

[color=7851a9]" 'Tis a fitting gift."[/color] She accepted the rose, looking at its beauty. Her mouth curled into a cruel smile.

[color=7851a9]"For a mongrel."[/color]

With those words, she dropped the flower to the floor, making sure Jeanette saw what she did. [color=7851a9]"Did you truly think a mere flower, no doubt stolen from someone else's garden, would be a fitting gift for one such as I? What more, for a mannerless rogue to approach me so... such insolence!"[/color]

Feeling slightly better after releasing some of her pent up stress, she moved as if to walk away, before turning back and stomping her foot on the flower. [color=7851a9]"Oh dear me, I appear to have stepped on something. OHOHOHOHO~! All this poverty in the air must have made me clumsy!"[/color]

Laughing to herself, she moved away from the girl, feeling very satisfied with herself.

[@Raijinslayer]