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[h2][i][b][color=6ecff6]Seyrun Riviathan[/color][/b][/i][/h2]
[/center][i][u][color=6ecff6]St. Hirst Academy, Dining Hall, Midday          [/color][/u][/i]

[color=6ecff6]"Please, make yourself at home,"[/color] Seyrun absentmindedly replied to the voice asking to sit beside her without looking up from the newspaper she had. It took her a second to process the information and turn around to face the girl who talked with her. [color=6ecff6]"Oh, you must be Miss Sina Segert, right?"[/color] the Nordic girl added after she took a moment to scan her memory.

In the end, it was the air of discipline that hovered around Sina, as if authority exuded from the catchy armband attached to her uniform that gave away her identity to Seyrun.
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[/center][color=6ecff6]"I don't think we have ever had the chance to talk like this,"[/color] Seyrun folded the newspaper and rested it on the table —leaving the news about the mysterious disappearances facing upwards— before getting back to her feet. [color=6ecff6]"I'm Seyrun Riviathan. I'm glad to finally make your acquaintance,"[/color] she added, before extending her hand.

[color=6ecff6]"Please, make yourself at home,"[/color] Seyrun repeated herself, this time paying attention to her words while beckoning Sina to take a seat beside hers.

[color=6ecff6]"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"[/color]
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