"Make some friends, Lio."

That was the last thing Liors had heard before she appeared in the university. She stumbled forwards, still not quite used to the strange sensation, clutching her bags tightly to her chest. Did her sister put anything more in them? They felt really heavy, or maybe that was just the nerves setting in. As she moved off the glyph, she glanced around at the other students who had arrived. Some she recognized, others she didn't. She recited her room number in her head, glancing occasionally at the neat cursive on her hand where it was written. The ink from her spirit pen would fade in about two hours. From now until the end of the opening ceremony. It should last.

Everything was going well, up until a girl with white hair - Freya - approached a boy who'd joined the same year as Liors, Zane if she'd remembered correctly. What a pain, and then she laughed from the rhyme and then she didn't laugh because that looked like a disaster waiting to happen. She made a silent prayer to whatever high power there was, don't put me in a room with either of them, please. Calm, peaceful people. That sounded a lot nicer.

She wasn't here to cause trouble. She wasn't really here to talk to anyone in the first place, if she was honest. Though, as she traced silver letters on silk, 'make some friends' played vividly in her mind. She had to now, didn't she? Would she even be able to? Everyone here was a little intense, but most of them weren't too bad. Yeah, she could manage. Despite the fact that a fight was painfully close to starting right in front of her, Liors was having an ok day.

She pulled out a beanbag from the air, which she promptly sat on. Everything would be fine! All she needed to do was the same thing she the previous year, maybe with more talking to people. She could do that, right? But for the time being, it was just her, the beanbag, and a breakfast she couldn't wait for.