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Sangue peeked at Bianca behind Ben. As he took a seat, she predictably sat at the seat Ben tapped at for her.

And she sat in silence.

Behind her long hair, Sangue’s eyes trailed across the room. Nothing had changed in particular, though her memory served her well enough to see that some students were not present, and some were unfamiliar to her.

She blinked as her gaze fell upon the white-haired girl. The girl named Bianca Nuit, whose blue eyes reminded her of Ben’s own, was very polite. Something about her made Sangue relax. Oftentimes, the looks Sangue received were more out of wariness rather than simply being interested in her. Some told her it was the face paint that threw them off. Others would imply that she just looked a bit intimidating.

She felt none of that from Bianca. In fact, she generally did not think such thoughts of most students.

When Sangue’s eyes fell upon the Faunus’ wings, she stared at them curiously. They fluttered, and their movements mesmerized the redhead for a moment. She remembered finding pictures of Faunus with wings back at her old home. The pictures depicted the particular Faunus with powerful, intimidating wings- like that of an eagle’s. Bianca’s wings, however, were very pretty.

Eventually peeling her eyes away from the girl’s wings, Sangue greeted Bianca.

[color=f7976a]“…I… am Sangue,”[/color] she spoke quietly.

The redhead bowed politely before falling silent. At the presence of others approaching the seats around her, however, she perked up before turning to a Faunus with a mask and another person with her.

Blinking, she stared at the mask for a brief moment, her idle expression remaining. Sangue wondered if the student was feeling alright, as her thin body stated otherwise, but she did not question the student and decided she probably had her own reasons. Perhaps her body was just thin in general, or she really wasn't feeling well.

Sangue’s gaze shifted to the student with her, Ashe. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but she did seem more lively than the person with the mask. Retaining her silence, she bowed to both of them.

Staring at the unfamiliar students next to her, she silently glanced between them, and occasionally at Ben.