[center][h1]Nadalena Kofenstein[/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[sup] Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies [/sup][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[color=8E7C8D][i]Now that is over, perhaps the antics can return to an acceptable level.[/i][/color]

Following an investigation of her room Nadalena returned to the public chambers and upon the arrival of midday moved appropriately to the dining hall in anticipation of a meal and some sense of regularity. Nadalena wasn’t a first year student, so things were not all that new or strange to her; she knew the schedule and how the cogs in the machine so to speak were going to move. Though with new students there was always the chance that someone was going to do something and throw her estimations out of the window or at least throw them ajar for a temporary moment in time. She was thankful that she could tolerate it. 

As she received her plate of food she noticed a girl, hair as warm as the summer sun standing aghast and confused as if she had no idea where to sit. Such hesitation and shyness was befit of a new member of the school, foreign and inexperienced. It would be the perfect moment to posture. Making sure she had a calm and friendly voice Nadalena approached her, she spoke outward as she came up from behind her. 

[color=8E7C8D]“It’s not as intimidating as it looks, I promise. Come with me if you like, I’m sure there’ll be room.”[/color]

Noticing Seyrun at a table not too far away, she decided it was the best place to lead the stray towards and to sit and eat. She wasn’t sure if the girl, dumbstruck as she was, would follow in earnest but she hoped that she wouldn’t just stand still like a doe caught on the approach of a carriage of some sort. It was unbecoming, after all. In the very worst case, Nadalena would be unsuccessful in making a student she did not recognize or know refrain from looking like “a dumbass”. There was also the fact that Nadalena felt like she [i]owed[/i] it to Seyrun, if not simply for the fact of expected courtesies, to finish their conversation in the case the Nordic girl wanted to do such a thing -- though Nadalena would have preferred if she could just eat and read, though with the appearance of this red-haired girl that might have been an impossible task. But she was involved now and accepted that burden.

And Kofensteins were very good with accepting burdens.