[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/DGfBuOtm.jpg[/img][h2][color=orange]Hildr Reinhardt[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

[color=orange]"Then the real world sucks. Ugh, why couldn't I just take up embroidery, or daytime drinking? But no, I had to get an education. Grr, curse my supportive family for not telling me to give up on my dreams, curse them!"[/color] Her fist shook in the air long before her head rose from the wood and found no pity in her contemporaries cool exterior. She hadn't expected any, of course, but feigning the look of a kicked puppy at least made her feel like Boss felt bad, deep down on the inside.

Failing this, she reclaimed her pen and smoothed out the crumpled papers, resuming work with all the sluggishness of a train leaving the station. [color=orange]"Bah, you're right as always. I'd ask if you get tired of it, but the answer is so obvious our freshman girls could answer it after their first class with you."[/color]

While Hildr needled Boss to distract from the tedium of scholastic pursuits, Rufie was feeling incredibly self-satisfied at the looks of anger and dread Dana sent her way. 

Friends they may be, but getting one over the snarky blonde brat just felt so very right to her. Besides, it wasn't as if Dana was an innocent here, so there was absolutely no need to feel sorry for releasing Blake upon her.

...well, maybe just a little.

[color=gold]"Mmm, the dining hall smells as lovely as ever."[/color] Rufie declared amidst a rapturous inhalation, pausing to allow Dana and Blake to pass ahead before taking up the rear. Having marched from station to school in record time she was past the point of peckish and craved a hearty meal to gorge herself upon, considering it a personal reward for not getting physical with Dana for co-opting the announcements earlier.

Zealously guarding her twin servings of Chicken Alfredo, she alighted upon their customary table and tore into the warm, savory meat with a gusto that was almost unladylike, were it not for the complete absence of spills or stains as noodles were slurped and chicken torn asunder upon her fork.

[color=gold]"Now Blake,"[/color] Rufie chimed primly between bouts of cutting and feasting, [color=orange]"Now that I've shafted Dana into the drama department, what are your plans for the year? I imagine the costume department would be grateful to have your skill with a needle."[/color]

Her eyes flicked to Dana, savoring the warmth of kicking her when she was down. [color=orange]"And with how quick they seem to go through clothes around here, replacements must be in high demand."[/color]