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[color=7FFF00][h1]Aisling Kavanagh
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[hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center]

[center]Despite how pretty the grounds were, Aisling Kavanagh couldn't help but focus on how ugly it could be. The courtyard was a beautiful sight and she recalled seeing it for the first time and being stricken down in awe; it was likely an embarrassing sight for the young girl who arrived in patchy clothing and dirt on her face much to the chagrin of any other students who happened to be around at the time. In her defense, seeing something so open and green was amazing given that her eyes were used to street corners, alleyways, and the cramped quarters of a boat. Stepping foot on the grounds of L'Espoir for the first time had Aisling think that maybe it would be a positive experience.

Which, of course, was where the ugliness came in. 

Aisling stuck out like a sore thumb from day one. Even those that hadn't seen her arriving had likely heard about some [i]commoner[/i] mucking around campus, and when the term started and she showed up in trousers and a blouse that were both too big for her already tall figure it didn't take long for her identity to be known. The sideways looks she got bothered her, but they stopped before long; now it was mostly relegated to being ignored or noses being turned up whenever she happened to walk past.

A stiff upper lip had Aisling dealing with the constant feeling of not belonging. She didn't exactly have anywhere else to go and sticking it out here at least came with the chance that she could go on to improve her lot in life. Another term was on the horizon and with it came another speech that was sure to be tuned out by no fewer than half the girls here. Until that time, though, the campus was her oyster. 

Aisling was on the search for the nearest bit of vacant property, but her ears pricked up at the sound of an animal and her feet seemed to have a mind of their own. Naturally she hesitated when the cat in question was busying itself by cozying up to a girl who had stuck a claim to the tree. 

[color=7FFF00][b]"Cute cat."[/b][/color] Aisling spoke up, cutting through her normal silence with a heavy brogue. [color=7FFF00][b]"Is it yours? I did'nah think pets were allowed. Secret's safe wit' me."[/b][/color][/center]