As far as reactions went, Ritzy was disappointed that the reactions to her entrance were, well, mild, to say the least. Sure, there were those students who looked at her, no doubt wondering if she was serious – and she definitely was, but hardly so much as a laugh, nary a clap, and even the teacher just seemed to ignore it. 
“What a buncha stiffs,” Ritzy said, shrugging her shoulders and taking a seat. “You’d think people would be more excited about a celebrity.” Ritzy sighed and sat back in her seat. This was an academy, it was probably for the best if she paid attention.

That, of course, was easier said than done. Of course she knew the type matchups, and she wasn’t even here to become a better battler; it was just…knowledge, it seemed unlikely that anyone attending this place would be unfamiliar with typings. Ritzy rolled her eyes and muttered “What a shocker” when Mr. Adams mentioned how poison types were immune to poison. Three of the Pokemon Ritzy had were poison types, she figured she knew as much about them as anyone else, well, except for maybe Roxie or that Kanto gym leader. 

If she had come just to learn about stuff she already knew, she was wasting her time. The demonstration of Fairy and Dragon was about the most interesting part of the lesson, but Ritzy had no interest in either type. She had something to prove, and neither Fairy nor Dragon types fit into her gameplan. 

Homework was assigned, and Ritzy groaned. Of course the homework was battling. Ritzy wasn’t a fan of battles, but she knew how, any trainer worth their salt knew how. Then again, this was an institute for teaching the future gym leaders and elite four, right? Battles were thus to be expected. 

Ritzy was placing her supplies back into her bag when a fellow student approached her. Her eyes widened in shock, in joy. Finally, someone who understood, someone who knew that Ritzy would be a name worth remembering. 

“An autograph? Of course! It would be your honor and my great privilege. You, Alex was it? You have the honor of having the world’s first autograph from the great and utterly famous Ritzy! Cherish it! Frame it! Show your children, your children’s children, your children’s children’s children! Show your neighbors! Show your friends! Show the world that you, yes you, have an autograph, THE VERY FIRST, from Ritzy. Why, such a prize is likely to make you ALMOST as famous as me. And by almost, I mean like point one percent as famous as me. Which is point one percent more famous than anyone else!”

Ritzy, upon finishing her little speech, extended her arms towards the notebook and pen, only to have them snatched away. Oh. Oh. He was messing with her. This was his ruse to challenge her to a battle, for his homework, and thus hers by association. Ritzy sighed, slinking back into her seat. 

“Tch, fine. FINE! If that’s how you want to do this, we’ll battle. And you’re going to get my autograph. Everyone will have my autograph eventually! Whenever you want, Fan Number One, I’ll be there, and you’ll get your prize!” 

Ritzy began to laugh, seemingly unaware that the terms were that the autograph would be given when she [i]lost[/i]. Nevertheless, the battle was accepted.