[center][h1]Nadalena Kofenstein[/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[sup] Courtyard, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies [/sup][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[color=8E7C8D][i]I always did dislike the southern weather.[/i][/color]

The hot, tepid Mediterranean winds congealing with those in the Alps could be unbearable in the summer. It almost made her regret making no complaint to her father about returning to Saint Hirst’s – but there was still knowledge to be gained and political observations to make. Espenova was neither the pinnacle of society or the center of western politics, after all. The fact that in thirty minutes she would have to listen to another dreadful opening ceremony did displease her greatly, especially considering the fact it was a monotonous dredge that had no information of worth. Nadalena had no interest in the posturing of others, especially when the posturing was an unneeded superfluousness. Alas such things were necessary to keep up appearances and she had no intention to be disciplined for an absence just because she valued none of it; it was not difficult to simply smile and nod. 

But she still had twenty or so minutes to sit outside and do whatever she wished until the ceremony started, a fact she was aware of as she kept the pendant watch on-hand as she did as she opened the pages of a book that she had intended on finishing; a book she had brought back from her winter stay in her home country of Espenova. The courtyard bench she sat on was solitary for the moment and the lack of incessant distractions proved it was the perfect time to get a few pages digested before she headed off for the opening ceremony. 

Presuming nobody tried to engage with her, of course.