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On the list of things Ferah thought would [u]never[/u] happen; going to school in a huge fortress was one of them—right next to being turned into a vampire, and needing to survive on the blood of humans. During the past few months the newly turned creature of the night had endured all sorts of supernatural events without batting an eyelash; yet the towering spires and warm glow of life within Bloodmoon Castle managed to take her breath away. How could an incredible place like this truly exist? Still, she had to admit to herself it was kind of cool. She felt like she was attending Hogwarts but with real monsters instead. 

Ferah managed to pry her icy azure eyes away from the architecture long enough to shuffle along with the other students, her cheerful gait and easy swagger was quite a contrast in the crowd; especially for someone clothed in all black. Entering the large hall, Ferah’s view was cluttered by a sea of heads. The vertically challenged vampire elbowed her way past her much, much taller classmates until she found a seat in the front row and laid eyes on the much older looking professors occupying stage. She purposely avoided eye contact with the enticing, raven haired man who began speaking in smooth tones. He reminded her strongly of her ‘sire’, Aidan. His sharp gaze and dark locks were just the same.  Quickly making an effort to push down painful memories, Ferah could still feel the ghost of his razor canines brush against her skin. 

The second the students were dismissed, Ferah was on her feet; black converse softly padding against the stone. Slightly relieved to be away from the headmasters and- literally- one step closer to her dorm room. At least there she could rest. Ferah had traveled all the way from New York to Washington, and was fatigued to say the least. The only problem was, where was her dorm room? Her slivery hair whipped around as she contemplated which way she should go; and, nonchalantly shrugging the girl decided to follow the crowd once again. 

It was only by chance she noticed the numbers on the door, [i]438[/i], that she realized it belonged to her.  She put her hand on the handle and slowly entered the threshold of the room. It was dimly lit, and like the rest of the castle, very rustic. It had a certain, cozy appeal to it however. Very suiting for a newly turned vampire.

 She expected her roommate to already be inside, but their absence was almost a pleasant surprise. [color=6ecff6]“You know what they say; first come, first serve,”[/color] She grinned to herself. Already making herself at home, Ferah claimed the bed on the left as her own. Looking over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching from the still open doorway, the girl left her polkadot black and blue suitcase in the entrance and started off in a jog. She belly flopped onto her bed with a small [i]‘ooof’[/i] followed by giggling.