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Lalisa almost couldn't believe her eyes. Just that morning, she had been at the train station, saying her goodbyes to her dear grandmother and lugging her suitcase to her appointed seat. And now! Now she was at the Academy, and she was going to stay here for... how long? Did Grandmama remember her brochure like she asked? Lalisa fumbles for her messenger bag, but quickly remembers she's in the middle of orientation and [i]those things can wait.[/i]

It's bigger than the photos, she thinks. It's like she's been transported to inside a fairytale, a princess's castle... Sit up straight! You mustn't slouch, or Grandmama will be angry with you.

Ah, that girl... she's talking. To her? Lalisa, so far off into her thoughts, almost didn't notice. She catches the last part--"not some putrid [i]guy, am I right?"[/i] What? Who's putrid? The Headmaster is a woman, not a man... Ah, you mustn't mess it up! Calm, Lalisa.

"Miss Headmaster is a very talented and powerful woman, isn't she?" She says carefully. It's true, Grandmama has always told her that...