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Hilda was thankful for the long legs she had been blessed with, because even within her moment of panic she had still managed to catch sight of her dorm building in no time. Her pace increased, arm still held up to her bloody nose.

Then a familiar voice cried out 'Madam', and Hilda almost tripped over her large feet.

She suddenly felt so tempted to just turn around and face the boy, but now she was here outside her dorm building where she could find her room and clean herself up and actually look presentable on her first day at this school. This was [i]not[/i] how things were supposed to go today, and Hilda had to fix things up.

Before she entered the building, Hilda turned her head slightly, just to see if her pursuer was still running after her. She was met with the sight of his accelerating luggage trolley crashing into his hands, and one of his cases slamming into his stomach. Hilda felt a pang of guilt in her own stomach; this sorry situation could have been avoided had she just turned her head, and now she felt the need to jump at the boy and ask if he was okay.

But first, it would have to be her dorm room. Students were beginning to stare.

What few students there were currently in the building right now, anyway. From what Hilda could tell from the dorm numbers she was running past, 6-B wasn't far away!

Her door was locked. Which, probably meant no one was in. Hilda had found some luck to spare.

With the turn of her key, Hilda's frantic movements relaxed, and she opened her door slowly. She searched for the lights in the near darkness, and once the the room had flickered to life, she dropped her suitcases and jacket and darted for the bathroom. Wherever that was.

Ah, how relieving it felt to wash all that dry blood off her face. For once Hilda welcomed the cold water onto her face and rapidly freezing hands, and once she had finished at the sink she began to ponder over her stained jacket by the door. She wasn't going to wear that to the mess hall, not at all. Perhaps a scarf and gloves would have to do in this morning's weather; Hilda didn't have any thicker coats in her luggage.

A grumbling in Hilda's stomach was a clear signal for some breakfast, and she acted upon it. She quickly pushed her suitcases into one of the bedrooms and laid her sheathed sword and spear over the bloodier sides of her coat, and took one of her cases to pull a pair of gloves and a scarf out of it. Wrapping it around her neck and tapping for the school map and dorm key in her trouser pocket, Hilda rushed out of 6-B.

She was beginning to shiver already.

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It took Hilda a while to reach her initial destination, but now she was here at the mess hall, and now she could finally have something to eat. She was blasted with the aromas of [i]hundreds[/i] of different countries, and was met with the sound of thousands of loud and bustling students. This building was huge and grand, and Hilda felt her stomach churn a bit at it's sheer size and the humans scuttling inside of it. Perhaps lining up to get breakfast would be an appropriate solution to that.

Minutes later she would break away from one of the queues, leaving for one of the tables with several plates of food on her overflowing tray; a plate with huge slabs of meat and eggs, one with a pile of croissants and potatoes, a bowl of porridge and an even bigger bowl of fruit and salad. Again, Hilda was getting a few odd looks, but this wasn't like the time she was rushing back to her dorm with a bloody nose. Now she was in a hall with thousands of other students, and a lot of people seemed to be watching. As anxious as Hilda felt at the thought of so many people just looking at her, she had a figure to maintain. No Gorman was without their extravagant breakfasts, lunches and dinners. Hilda eventually found refuge on one of the emptier tables, and dug into her breakfast.

What she didn't expect to hear when she had scooped all of her plates clean was a loud, piercing scream that seemed to shake the entire mess hall. Hilda jumped.

The girl looked up and gasped, seeing an armour-clad being in confrontation with a much, much smaller boy in gray.