Lazing off, the winter princess remained in her noble posture while the various chatter amongst the other students echoed through the vast hall. Her eyes occasionally changed direction, peering across the auditorium with gentle interest at just how this building took shape and is capable of keeping upright. For Maya was good with numbers, in fact brilliant as a testament to her father's upbringing that formed her mind, but nevertheless her many calculations to this construction had proven effortless and futile; the numbers simply didn't add up. Perhaps she's missing a detail here or there, or perhaps she's still lacking in the knowledge front to truly analyze the weight, the shape and the pillar's strength to make it up. But one thing she'd promised herself, by the end of her term here at Saint Hirst, she'd be able to find the solution to this mindcracker of her's.

While her thoughts dabbled with numbers and letters and all other forms of numerical calculations, the chatter of the room ended with the sound of the speaker that would open the schoolyear. Mundane speech like last year, and the year before, but at the end of the day it's more to help newcomers. But the events that unfolded following the end of the speech formed a mayhem unequal to any one known before. Students threw themselves over the two teachers with a hint of bloodlust, or rather roomlust, as if they were savage apes from lands far below. But the refined, young, mafia-daughter remained seated while the stampede unfolded while softly pondering if any where to perish due to this unforeseen event. 

Luckily no one did, as everyone got unhurt to the podium and recieved their roomnumbers and the like before breaking out into loud chatter once more, Maya finally took to her feets and moved towards the two teachers lightly as one of the very last. [color=0072bc]"Miss Hildr,
 Madam Boss, may I have my roomnumber?"[/color] She spoke with a mixture of formal gentleness and harsh sterness, as she usually did when regarding her higher-ups.