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Amelia sighed with relief as the last bell of the day rang. School was easily one of the worst kinds or torture, if not the worse simply because it was legal and necessary. She honestly didn't understand why she had to attend it. Devils lived for thousands of years, she had so much time to learn all this stuff, and with a lot less pressure. Still, it was something she simply had to do and as such, she would put up with it until she was mercifully done with it. With that thought in her head, she gathered her stuff and headed out, saying her good-byes to several acquaintances as she passed.

After making sure she had everything she would need for the day, she made sure everything was secure before heading to the Art Clubs building. She entered it and glanced around, see that she was the second on there, the only other occupant being her King, Ixveria. She gave the pure-blooded devil a kind smile as she moved over to her favorite seat in the far corner of the room, far out of the reach of any possible sunlight should anyone wish to keep the windows open if there was decent weather outside. She took the moment to simply relax and enjoy herself before looking over at Ixveria and addressing her.
"[color=a187be]Good afternoon Master Ixveria[/color]." She said, her Romanian accent still rather strong, though thanks for the devil's gift in language, no one ever had a problem understanding her. "[color=a187be]Are there any plans for the day[/color]?"