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Mitya nodded reassuringly as he was led by the student named Cassius. It seemed that like any good elite school, St. Laurel´s had strong discipline, encouraging student fights. He also appreciated how the school seemed to have caught up with the healing properties of vodka. Papa Kalinin said, once upon a time, that Vodka healed anything. And watching the other transfer student healing Cassius, it might as well be. The daintly-looking boy made a bow of gratitude once he was led, and he entered the right room to get his uniform.

What he did not like was how poor people´s eyesight was. He was no girl. No girl had this prominent short hair. All girls had long, waist length hair, or even massive drill curls. They also dressed sharply and had loud, arrogant laughters while treating everyone else beneath them.

So what hit Cassius was probably a boy trapped in a girl´s body. He must be. That Vala needed an exorcism. And Vodka.

"Be Well, Comrade Cassius." Mitya pieced together, before exiting to explain his case and change in a new uniform.

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[center][h1][color=f6989d]Meredith[/color][/h1]
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Meredith walked softly, in an almost catheaded fashion, as she squeezed past in the ruckus of the entrance. There had been a brawl in the entrance, which was more of a St. Lucifer's kind of thing... but with the climate nowadays, it could happen to even such a prestigious school. Her new uniform had arrived, but the shirt still felt small. Ever since changing her body shape so sharply, fitting clothes in such short noticed had been quite an adventure.

It was then when she felt something splashing her right side of her face in the commotion. Someone must´ve spilled her drink no doubt. Maybe it was one of those boys who kept spilling drinks on her clothes. The tingling and posterior flaring in pain told her otherwise, as her right side of her face boiled and melted under some unknown substance, blinding her on her side and even exposing part of her jawbone.

She was bleeding into her shirt, staining with an ominous shade of red her otherwise pristine uniform. She made contained grunts as she fell to the ground, her head throbbing in agony. She managed to spot a couple of high-heeled black pair of shoes, surrounded by many feminine footwear. A gaggle of girls. She had never been good with those, but it seemed that after the tournament... it had only just gotten worse.

[color=00aeef]"Ohohohohoho, I am so sorry...First year commoner...student..thing. With these recent events, anti-demon potions are a must, and it seems i just splashed you by mistake. I hope it did not cause you much trouble..."[/color] said a very haughty, stiff voice of a [url=https://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2554506]third year[/url]. Surrounding her, there was a bunch of girls of all years, who just giggled in chorus to the jeering.

[color=f6989d]"I am...alright."[/color] Meredith pieced together, enduring the pain and the obvious provocation. [color=f6989d]"It will heal..."[/color] She said back, as she struggled to rise back to her feet.

Given how it did not have the desired effect, the girl just twisted her face in a disgusted expression, before addressing the half-demon even more.[color=00aeef]"Just be mindful of your surroundings. You´re nothing special, even if our Alto has set eyes on you."[/color] The girl added with a sharp blow of her fan on her own hand, before spinning around herself and proceeding to her assigned class, the gaggle dissolving as she went by.

Meredith was nauseated at the strain, and half-blind. Amidst the crowd, she seemed to have spotted a familiar figure. She staggered towards her, still bleeding and her face half-charred, before pressing her chest on the other girl, almost unable to maintain her weight on her own legs. [color=f6989d]"Michelle...please, I need help getting into the infirmary. I can only see on one side."[/color]