[i][b][color=39b54a]Tiina Bouquet[/color][/b][/i]

Location: Great Hall
Time: Morning
Interacting with: [@Cerces22] ~ Circe 

Tiina had never been so conscious of her height before. Even for a 14 year old, she was already rather petite in stature. As she stood facing the stairs that led to the front door, she started getting second thoughts. "I know I earned this early admission into the Academy, but..." She muttered to herself. "Do I really belong here?"

There were still only a handful of students within the premises. Noticing the lack of activity amongst her peers, she rolled up her sleeve a bit and checked the time on her wristwatch. "I'm an hour early..." she tells herself. "I should look for an itinerary for now." It was then that she noticed a bulletin board at the base of the rightmost stairway with many papers stapled to it. Upon further inspection, she noticed that many of these papers were promoting various extracurricular organizations and clubs. She skimmed through most of them, but she found nothing that caught her eye too much. "I was never really much of a club person, anyway..." she sighed

She found the schedule for the orientation among all these flyers and brochures. "Okay, I'm supposed to be at the Great Hall in the second floor for the orientation..." She takes a moment to check her wristwatch again. "...51 minutes from now. I suppose I should head up there right now regardless, though. It's not like I have anything better to do." She shrugged and headed up the staircase to the second floor.

On her way up, Tiina notices a tall, pale man with a portable gaming console in his hands. She immediately recognized what game he was playing by the familiar chiptune coming out of the system's tiny speakers. As she passed beside the man, he doesn't even glance in her direction. "I've never seen anyone so immersed in a game of Pocket Monsters..." She mumbled under her breath, a tiny smile curling up her rosey cheeks. "I hope everyone here is strange and quirky like that."

Shortly after making it to the second floor, Tiina's half-elven ears picked up another familiar noise—the crash of steel on steel. Worried, she rushed over to one of the windows, only to find the combat arena on the floor below hers. Two people were sparring inside, one being a human boy and the other being a tall, well-dressed, vampiric-looking professor, with Tiina herself being the only spectator that she knew of. After a few seconds spent analyzing the battle, Tiina pouted. "This is barely a fight," was her conclusion. "The boy's clunky and rigid fighting style doesn't demonstrate beyond the basic understanding of swordplay..." She let out a sigh of disappointment. "I feel for the professor. You can tell he's trying his hardest not to erase the boy from existence."

She remained spectating the sparring session until the two decided to stop about 20 minutes later. "You are stronger than the last time we met, but you are still weak," the professor declared in a rather blunt fashion. "Come again." With that, the student bowed to his superior and walked away, looking almost as disappointed as Tiina. Just as she started turning away, she noticed someone else enter the arena: a much better-built young man with a heavy-looking gauntlet on one of his hands. Tiina cocked an eyebrow. "This looks like it's starting to get interesting." 

Just as she was getting comfortable, her trained elven ears started picking up a loud commotion getting gradually closer. When she turned her head, she found the professor, the one she'd noticed playing Pocket Monsters just before, leading an enormous crowd of students up the stairs "Is it really that time already!?" she exclaimed, frantically rolling up her sleeve. Indeed, it was time to meet up in the Grand Hall.

The professor flamboyantly opened the door using a familiar, letting the army of students to spillinside, dragging poor Tiina into the Hall. Within seconds, most of the seats in the back were occupied. Eventually, she found an available seat around the middle of the Hall, next to a roughly-dressed red haired girl with a disgruntled face. "Excuse me, sorry! Coming through!" She squeezed through half of the row until she reached the seat she was looking for. She turned to face her neighbor, asking her in a nervous tone:

"E-excuse me... Is this seat taken?"