Carmina had her headphones on the whole ride into the academy. Her parents had sent her off with love. Even her personal servant said he would miss the young lady’s nightly concerts. But they all knew this would be for the best. She had a talent and perhaps the only way she would survive in the adult world would be to master that talent. To be fair, she wanted to go. She loved her home and her family, but they all knew she wanted to travel. She wanted to see the world and play the melodies of many far off lands. This was the first step in that journey. As she stepped onto the plane, she waved goodbye to England, her home, and her family.

Her lack of a voice left her a bit of an introvert, so she spent this trip like most of the ones in her past, watching the rolling landscapes go by as her headphones swept her away. It made the time go by much faster. Occassionally, on both the plane and the bumpy bus ride from the airport, she would get lost in the music and project her soundtrack onto the world. The confused looks quickly reminded her to keep her powers in check.

Carmina finally arrived at the school, collecting her luggage, which included her prized violin. She pulled out a pocket watch from the cloth compartment on her dress. She always blended fashion with function. She noticed she had arrived a little early, so she wasn’t in a particular rush to reach her destination. She decided an exploration of her new home was warranted. She strolled around the school grounds, taking in the massive campus, she knew that she it would take quite some time to discover every nook and cranny. She took another look at her pocket watch and decided it was time to head. She wanted to be fashionably on time, not tardy. She made it to the reception desk and signed in. She simply smiled and nodded at the less than enthused receptionist. She took a quick stroll around the front lobby before making her way to the common room.

Finally, she made her way to the common room. The decor was... eccentric, to say it politely. But, Carmina enjoyed eccentricities and the room's tonal disorder gave her a quick, but silent, chuckle. She noticed the food furst, then the other students. She quickly collected some breakfast and found an empty seat. Though she was starving, she maintained a dignified, but not offputting, air as she ate. While eating, she discretely placed two drumsticks she retrieved from her long stockings onto the table and awaited further instructions from the professors.