Byzantine did nothing, except for breathing, swaying her legs back and forth, and thinking. Her seat was a bit too high to reach without jumping. Yes, she was short, but still. She was probably holding her Malice too tightly, and her hand started to hurt a bit. She wanted to let go, but she was too nervous for it. There were tons of strangers around her. And she could still remember her parents' look when they saw that she was accepted to Beacon. 'As if it was obvious.' She thought. She was afraid of more pressure rather than excited to meet new friends. Eventually her eyes fell downwards, staring at the floor as if there was something special on it.
"Only if I could get away from it."
She muttered under her breath.