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The Marchand School of Sorcery was everything that was to be expected of an institution bearing such titles. It was large and, perhaps to some, menacing with its size and implications. With such an alluring and curious aura surrounding the grand estate, perhaps that was why the rush crowds hadn’t showed up yet. Indeed, the turnout was much smaller than what [url=https://s31.postimg.org/czbytbmxn/punk_kagari_izuriha_by_urbatman-d9zrz3h.jpg]Jackie Ripren[/url] was expecting. Though perhaps that was a blessing in hindsight.

The students she did see seemed concerned and annoyed for some reason, as if something disastrous had just occurred. Maybe it had something to do with that car that was speeding away in a hurry to leave the school grounds. Whatever it may have been, most students simply ignored her to carry on with their own doings. Those that did however, quickly darted their eyes away from the mask-bearing girl.

Blinking, Jackie hoisted up her only item, that being a moderately sized suitcase, before walking up the stairs leading into the main entrance. The lobby resembled that of a typical school, Jackie directed to filing her name into a roster before having a rifle of papers stuffed in her arms. She adjusted to hold them in one hand before following the directions given to her. And soon enough, she found herself entering what was labeled to her as the common room.

The place certainly looked the part of fancy rich society, Jackie eyeing her gaze over to the animal skulls decorating the walls. She met their glares with a blank stare of her own, spending a few moments to herself observing them. When she finally entered, the scent of food hit her instantly and two things came of notice to her. The first being the large array of buffet foods assorted for students no doubt, and the second was the other girl in the room.

Looking at her, Jackie noticed her fellow student was eating by herself and seemed to be hard at work reading through the papers they had been given. That was fine; she didn’t want to disrupt her concentration and she wasn’t hungry anyway. Silently, Jackie walked over to one of the chairs surrounding the tapestry, placing her suitcase neatly on her laps. To that end, she slowly watched over the room, shifting her eyes from one corner to the next.