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[b][h1][center]Ramona Herrman[/center][/h1][/b]

Just as Ramona was about to leave the dining hall and make her way towards the Academy gardens, a voice from behind spoke.
[color=8882be]“It’s not as intimidating as it looks, I promise. Come with me if you like, I’m sure there’ll be room.”[/color]
Upon hearing the stranger speak, the red head froze. Her posture tense, ready for battle, ready for anything. In her hometown civilians usually knew better than to sneak up on a knight. The order had trained its students to assume the worst and to be ready for any possible attack.
But she wasn't in the Knights Order.
She was at Saint Hirst Academy.
With the sudden perspective dawning on her, her body relaxed as she turned to assess the intruder. The foreign voice came from a girl around Ramona's own age. A fellow student who stood apart from the others as far as her tone and way of dress. Although unique, Ray had always been a fan of gothic victorian fashion. She seemed proper. Almost as if she had been born of nobility. 

Ray raised her eyebrow casually and then gave a half smile.
[color=9e0b0f]"Thanks.."[/color] The red head replied gratefully.
[color=9e0b0f]"I was home schooled as far as academics back at home. So, I am unsure as to the procedure when it comes to public dining."[/color]
The response was vague, as she intended it to be. The whole point of transferring to the academy was to leave her well-known background behind. To put on a different persona. A different mask. A different life. The last thing she wanted was for others to know of where she originated and why she had not been used to social customs that were common with women her age.

The pale brunette began walking towards a table were two other girls had been sitting. Without a word, she made herself comfortable by sitting next to the beautiful girl with light brown hair. 

Ramona smiled and nodded politely as she sat her tray down on the table. The only acceptable choice as far as seating was the one adjacent to the other student that was present at the table. A stunning foreigner with electric blue hair. Otherwise, it would look rather odd for Ray to choose a chair too far away from the group gathered. Ramona's basic instinct told her something was off about the prim elitist however. Something mysterious that she could not pinpoint. 
Unsure of the customs of the world beyond the Order, the warrior sat quietly and began eating her salad. Taking careful bites and attempting to mask the look of uncertainty plastered onto her face.