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[i]Such… insolence.[/i]
 
Franceska spared the small girl [i]who dared[/i] stand in her presence half a glance, regarding the newcomer with cold eyes and an upward tilt in her jaw. St. Fortuna had come highly recommended, which was the only reason she had deigned to grace this place with her presence. Yet, the mere existence of these [i]undesirables[/i] had begun to convince her otherwise. To think that they were in the same institution as her, an esteemed Vrodiskovich, and they had never bothered to at least learn basic manners. How boorish. Like overcooked macaroni, these peasants were beyond redemption. 
 
Alas, not everyone was born to bear the weight of a name worth far more than any words could hold.
 
She [i]could[/i] shed enlightenment into their ignorance. But Franceska didn’t find herself in a generous mood today, so she wouldn’t. Let the mongrels chase tails and fetch sticks to their hearts' content. She would whip them into shape some other day, when she wasn’t wearing something she would miss.
 
[color=7851a9]“Ah, I thought I heard something.”[/color] The corner of her mouth twitched into a humourless smile. [color=7851a9]“Ohohoho~~ As expected of mutts, always snarling at their betters. Why don’t you run along now? Back to whatever vapid amusement that your kind likes to wallow in?”[/color] As she spoke, Franceska sidestepped, leaving the scene and the fuming girl behind her.