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Aurtha made her way through the crowd of students piling into the basketball courts of the gym, watching as they all talked amongst each other, or instead, not speaking at all. It was very apparent to see who was an upperclassmen and who is new to the school based on how comfortable they were around each other and how confidently they walk the floors. Aurtha made her way to a seat that was away from the cliques of students, but even the seats around her began to fill with other students. The diversity of the students was very distinct, but even the common cliques of a regular high school seemed to be evident to Aurtha. She was even asked to move over a seat to fit another member of a clique of pretty, prissy, cake-faced makeup wearing girls. Acceptingly, she then attempted at being involved in conversations with them, but became dismissed easily with anything she said. 

Surrendering to her continuous failure of making friends, she sat back in her chair, crossed her legs, and waited for the assembly to begin. Once Ms. Gordon came to the stage and began speaking, her interest was peaked, but it became more of a tentative interest once the majority of the content of her speech was reinforcing rules that Aurtha was already aware of or didn't care to understand fully since she assumed she would never go against them. 

Once the dean was welcomed to the stage, Aurtha's attention became intrigued once more, lifting her head and gazing more conscientiously to further examine Bruce Wayne's appearance thoroughly. A chill crawled up the skin of her folded arms as his voice boomed in the large room. It was discernible to Aurtha that the Dean had high respects from the student body due to their strict attention they gave him, or perhaps it was that he put fear in their eyes -- Nonetheless, she felt it similarly. Judging from his word selection and his serious, nonchalant image, Aurtha felt the authority he possessed over them, though the majority of the feeling stemmed from previous reasons: that he was revered for his heroic accomplishments, his incredible wealth, his intelligence and knowledge, etc. Aurtha listened to his message to the students carefully before being dismissed by Ms. Gordon.

Aurtha proceeded back to her dorm to drop her folder off, seeming to have continuous reminders of the Dean's first appearance. She had never seen him in person before this, but she, among many, was in awe of his power. In no way did Aurtha ever predict, nor want, to have a relatable future to [i]the[/i] Batman, but the thought has now presented itself from an unusual, faint desire of such a renowned reverence that he retains. She never thought her future through -- not enough to have any big ambitions.

Aurtha brushed off his lingering presence.