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[hr][center][i][b]• Mordhaben's Institute, the Courtyard •[/b][/i][/center][hr]
Mallory hated the rain.

What a way to set the scene, she thought; of all days, it just had to start pouring down on the day she was officially admitted into Mordhaben's Institute. Although the clouds were not as grey and the rain was not as heavy, eventually Mallory's hair would go from extra fluffy to extra damp from all the rainwater that it had collected. She was frowning all the way through her walk to the school courtyard, regretting the time she had spent to make herself look more decent and less dead than usual.

But then again, Mallory's hair was really just a bunch of dead skin cells that formed a strange white mop on her head. In an interesting school full of very interesting people, something like that was the least of her worries. She was excited; meeting all of these diverse people in an environment she had never experienced before was certainly something to look forward to. Mallory smiled, the accidental hint of maliciousness on her lavender lips likely scaring the few people who happened to catch sight of the look she had on her face at that moment.

The entrance ceremony seemed to be taking quite long to really get started, and Mallory was stuck in a crowd full of people she didn't know without anything to do to pass the time. Although she had zero problems having conversations with other people, as of now there was really nothing interesting she could talk [i]about[/i]. But as she attempted to fish out some conversation starters from her head, Mallory caught sight of someone who [i]did[/i] have something interesting to do to pass the time. Without a second thought, the girl bounced over towards the person shuffling cards in their hands.

[b]“[color=mediumpurple]That's a skillful hand you've got there![/color]”[/b] Mallory interrupted, that unintentionally shady smile creeping onto her face once again. [b]“[color=mediumpurple]You must be very committed, 'cause I sure wouldn't spend my time perfecting something like that.[/color]”[/b]

[@GrafRoy Zeppeli]