[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]
Before Tilia Fitzgerald made her way to the table Nadalena used this time to answer the inquiry as brief and eloquently as she could.

In retrospect, Nadalena knew the girl that Ramona had pointed out; in fact, they had once been in the same club together. It must’ve been some time ago when the self-destructive economic club forgot their entire purpose being that of geo-political economics, trade values, stocks, and arithmetic – instead falling into drama inspired by idiotic presumptions and idle gossip. Nadalena had been one of the few people who had left the club due to the entire situation and honestly didn’t care about the drama of fools and self-aggrandizers. She didn’t care who Maya’s family was and she didn’t put that much value in shallow whispers throughout the academy about the subject. But Nadalena hadn’t forgotten any of the information, though she didn’t consider it very relevant to explain to Ramona.

[color=8E7C8D]“That’s Maya Enilsdottir of Telemarin. She’s a fourth-year student.”[/color]

As Tilia introduced herself, Nadalena continued to observe before introducing herself in turn.

[color=8E7C8D]“Greetings Tilia, welcome. I’m Princess Nadalena Kofenstein, though I believe we are actually sharing rooms this year so you may have deduced that already.”[/color] She smiled warmly.