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[hider=Prelude: Mother knows best]

[Location: Abigail's Room]

She looked intently at her mirror, checking once again if her clothing was appropriate for a first impression. The girl chose to wear a lightweight dress for tonight. It was ebony black with runs of grey and white, just dull enough to completely highlight her radiant red eyes. She blinks to herself and nods with satisfaction.

Now, she checks if all the frills and ribbons on her dress were properly in place; it would be embarrassing to have to doll up like this and have a lace undone [color=#C0C0C0](Nothing seems out of place..)[/color] She thought to herself, pulling on the strings of her front-facing ribbon. Abi smacked her lips together and smiled at herself, leaning closer to measure if her eyeliner was even, and the wings sharp.

As a last accent to her features, she swept a tuft of her bangs to the side. This was a matter of debate between Abi and her mother

Speaking of which, the woman now enters Abi's room, creaking the ancestral door with heft. They had gotten used to the tenure of this house by now, meaning to have some renovations soon. Abi insisted to have her room fixed while she was at B.U.M.; it would be more convenient for both parties if nobody was living there while the people in charge of the fixing did their magic.

The woman heaved almost, just to get through the door and into the room. Stuffed animals littered the floor, some still holding the unopened letters of marriage proposal. 

[color=f26522]"Abigail, my dear."[/color] She swept the poor cotton creatures to the side with her feet, to make a way towards her sophomore daughter. [color=f26522]"Aren't you going to clean up your room a bit before you leave?

It's unbearably unkempt--"[/color]

[hider=Kassidy Beckett]
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[color=#C0C0C0]"Nope."[/color] Abi was applying a last touch of lip shimmer to help her stand out a little bit more. First impressions mattered the most. [color=#C0C0C0]"It won't make sense tidying a room I won't stay in for a while, right~"[/color] Cheekily, she pushed the tip of her tongue out through the slit of her mouth, followed by a wink.

Kassidy just sighed at her daughter, brushing aside a little issue to make way for the bigger one: her only daughter was going to be gone again. It was every mother's fear and sorrow to see their little ones go, and Kassidy was no different. [color=f26522]"Could you at least curl your hair a little more?"[/color] She added. This was Kassidy's single favor to Abi: a personal touch.

[color=#C0C0C0]"Fiiiiiine"[/color] Abi playfully groaned and got the curling iron from the bathroom. She took strands of her grey hair and carefully wrapped it around a hand-me-down curler; but they chose to call it an heirloom. The inscription K.G.B. was still ever present in carving. She knew just how important it was to be the image of a Beckett-- albeit the noticeable difference in features between mother and daughter.

As Abi was getting the last bits of curls down, Kassidy put her hands on Abi's shoulders. [color=f26522]"You behave while you're there, alright dear?

I don't want to hear a single complaint from anyone!"[/color] Just a few more minutes before Kass could shed a tear. She didn't want to get emotional, because Abi will get emotional and they might end up crying and Abi will look ugly on her first day of school.

[color=#C0C0C0]"I know mommy~"[/color] Yet, Abi sniffled just a bit, not enough to run her eyeliner down.

[color=f26522]"and remember!"[/color] Kass was close to actually crying, her bottom lip quivered.

[color=#C0C0C0]"A Beckett is the best?"[/color] Abi now slowly inched away from her emotional mother to get her bag. She had packed a day in advance, anticipating the little drama that would happen before she left. This was just a light pack, though. The rest of her stuff would come by the next weeks. This bag was the essentials such as some spare clothes in case of a change, toiletries, make-up and pocket money.

Before they knew it, the blue portal leading to the academy opens just behind them. There was already a spot allocated for that: a clear room to avoid dragging other things through the gate. It helped a lot, considering the litter on the floor. Abi quickly ran towards the coat rack beside her door, tripping on the mountains of soft tributes as she did so. Her trusty black parasol should never leave her side; she almost considered it a friend.

Now, Abi swept a path using the parasol to avoid getting snagged once again. She stepped forward into the light, waving goodbye to her mom before the portal closed.

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Abi was a little late, fashionably so, if anyone asked. She had missed some of the ceremonies prior by sheer misfortune. The girl wandered about the corridors, trying to avoid the crowd of students as much as she could. Yet, she knew that all the happenings demanded a group of people-- so she chose to walk behind all of them to still get an idea of what's going on.

Her dress bounced, and so did her hair. She looked like a porcelain figure that could walk. One touch might just shatter her, so please take care. IF anyone ever did try to come close, she would try to deflect them away with the shaft of her umbrella. Lightly.

'clickclack clickclack clickclack' Her Heelys[sup]TM[/sup] rolled her across the flooring. Years of using these wheeled shoes had made her a master of rolling around with ease in this oh-so familiar place. This school was Breakfast University of Magic for a reason, but magic didn't seem to interest her at the moment. She was much more looking forward to---

Abi's stomach grumbled, protesting for a meal. In her preparation hustle, and the corridor bustle, she'd forgotten to pack even some travel biscuits. The girl clutched her belly and slowly wheeled into the Mess Hall.

She didn't like the Mess Hall, simply because it's messy. Her routine was to get some food and go to her dorm room to eat in solitude. The influx of students made carrying the tray towards wherever she would stay a giant boon.

[color=#C0C0C0](Guess I'm going to be eating here.)[/color] Abi thought to herself as she un-wheeled her shoes and walked like a normal person towards the line. She got a tray and waited like everyone else. No complaint. When it was her turn, she took a few pieces of bread and jam, followed by some pepper sausages, moderately sprinkling some hot sauce at the side. Lastly, she took a pitcher of milk for herself and found the crowd that looked like they weren't going to be messy.

cue: [@Rune_Alchemist] [@Natsu] [@Deadlyrose9641] [@HeroicSociopath]

[color=#C0C0C0]"Hi~ Do you mind if I sit here?"[/color] Abi held her tray firmly with two hands. The milk was the main burden, as it was in a thick glass container. Still, she persists until given permission to sit down.

Abi breathed calmly, steadfast as she stood her ground. Not an inch of hesitation nor timidness.

She smiled at them, her best one for the day. [color=#C0C0C0]"You guys had an empty seat so I thought nobody else was going to be here."[/color]