[center][h1][color=008B8B]Riley Rodgers[/color][/h1][/center]
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Riley didn’t much care for the mess that was the opening ceremonies, she just wanted her room so she could be on her way. She brushed a stray lock of white blond hair out of her dark green eyes before attempting to find room 3, she would be sharing it with Sarah Finnigan, a fourth year. From what Riley could remember, the girl was always humming. Not that Riley would mind, she enjoyed music herself but was no good at producing it. No, she would stick to tinkering with her automatons. 

Once in her room she found her things were already there, it seemed the staff were up to their usual standard of getting things done in a timely manner. She rifled through her things until she found her tools, she picked a desk and started tinkering. She wasn’t much for talking and so always dreaded the start of the year when they were assigned roommates. Everyone wanted to talk…and she was not that interesting. If she tinkered they generally left her to her own devices which was fine by Riley. She also had a tendency to unintentionally intimidate the other girls with her hulking frame. She was harmless – unless you were a bully. But her muscles said otherwise, not that she’d ever gotten into a fight at Saint Hirst but she’d heard the stories some of the other girls had made up about her.