[center][h3][color=6ecff6][u]Seyrun Riviathan[/u][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][i][u][color=6ecff6]St. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Midday          [/color][/u][/i]

[color=6ecff6]"Indeed, formalities are so boring,"[/color] Seyrun said, letting out an exaggerated sigh, as she recalled the many social gatherings that she was required to attend as the future representative of her nation. [color=6ecff6]"I understand the reasons behind most of them yet, I always have to force myself to not sleep when I have to listen to the umpteenth candidate to my hand trying to gain my favor while singing praises to their own family or nation. You sure do suffer from that too, don't you, Nadia?"[/color]
[center][color=ffffff]—X X X X X—[/color][/center]Right after Seyrun made her latest comment, a figure that would be known to the veterans, but not so much to the newcomers, walked into the Dinner Hall. The academy's dean, Headmistress Rachel Elizabeth III, Duchess of Sabrie, an [url=http://data.whicdn.com/images/89823636/large.jpg]auburn-haired woman[/url] whose age-defying appearance was the envy of many students and faculty alike.

"My goodness, if that's not an interesting line up we have here," Rachel said to herself, after setting her eyes on the table occupied by some of the most dignified members of the student body. "I came here expecting to find Sar— excuse me, 'Boss' and Hildr. Nevertheless, this is much more amusing," she added, again to no one in particular.

"Are you having a nice day, Little Ladies?" Rachel said, creeping on from behind Seyrun —who almost jumped out of her skin— while flashing her characteristic cat-like smile at the students. "Oh, why are you so scared, Riviathan? A fencer such as you should be always on her guard, is it not? Fufufu~" she added teasingly. "That said, girls..." she gave a long glance around the, now mostly chamber, before continuing, "I know that the afternoon classes are optional. However, the cleaning staff needs to work. I believe your talk was very good, given that some of you have barely touched your meal but, lunchtime is over. Please, finish your dishes before you leave, the kitchen staff is always disheartened when their work is thrown away."

"Yes, one more thing," Rachel said, tapping her chin with her index, pensively. "Why don't you girls come to the library this evening? I heard rumors that something 'special' will happen," she added while standing close to them, looking at the girls with the gaze of a predatory feline.
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