Helena, until then rather distracted with cleaning, paused for a moment to regard her new acquaintance's arm. She looked for a moment in surprise, before abruptly realizing the potential rudeness there. She then quickly reached for her bag and withdrew a short length of blue adhesive bandage. 
[color=ed145b]"Here! Take some of this. I don't really need it right now."[/color] she explained.
[color=ed145b]"I'm a defensive primary...I guess. I'm not all that good at it honestly. And I guess I'm down for blood magic as well. Not sure I'm going to be so great at that really...I'm not very brave about the having to cut yourself bit." 
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Hopefully that didn't come across as insulting. Small talk wasn't really something Helena had a huge amount of experience in and it would be a great shame to alienate the only person who really wanted to talk to her.
[@EchoicChamber] 
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Having said their goodbyes to their protege, perhaps dragging it out a little more than needed, Hilda and Erik turned and began to walk away. One might, as a casual observer, interpret the expression on the face of Hilda, as being a normal reaction of letting your family member go for the first time. The truth was rather more messy. 

The bearded man placed a huge hand on her arm.

[b]"She'll be fine kjære, we've taught her well."[/b]

[color=f7941d]"I don't feel comfortable about this Erik. Leaving her with them. You know what they did."[/color]

There was a grim silence between them, something long unsaid, for a number of steps, before he spoke again.

[b]"The aesir will watch over her Hilda, this is something she must do on her own." [/b]
For a moment he paused, fancying he might see the glimmer of tears in the eyes of his wife, a woman who he'd seen face down an enraged Svalbard bear without a flinch, but he decided respectfully not to mention it as they made their departure.
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(Had this post pre-agreed with [@ScoundrelQueen])
Kora was not burdened with the same kind of reservations as her elders. She strolled upstairs, scabbard across her back, bag across shoulder, and huge ancient skull tucked under one arm, with full intention of making a good first impression.  She was going to be taking over the council seat in a few years time. This gave her a great opportunity to start inspiring respect in the new generation of bloodlines, and winning over older witches and wizards.    She was from an inherently powerful family, and had been receiving tuition in the arts of combat and fire magic since she was old enough to toddle.  She was going to be the best of the best. 

They stepped over the threshhold of the common room. 

Large numbers of students, milling about talking. Nothing of great concern. 

Until.

Her eyes had set upon a rather familiar face. Or, at least very familiar features. 

Like a wolf that had just spotted a deer, Kora dropped her bag and padded forwards, watching closely to make sure she was correct in her first assumption. 

She was. 

It was one of them. 

A Sterling. 

There was only one way to react to this situation. 

Only one way.

With a battle-scream of[color=f26522] "TYYYYYR!"[/color] the whole six and a half foot of Kora cleared the length of the commonroom in moments, shoving aside students and furniture alike until she collided full-force with the standing form of Larke Sterling. She threw him down onto the table before them, dug her knee between his shoulderblades.
[color=f26522]"You have a lot of nerve coming here Sterling!"[/color]