Bea had a good idea of where the dorms were located, so she leisurely ambled over to her room, meanwhile trying to absorb some of the conversations around, any useful information, tucked away in her mind for later recollection. She took especial note of a boy, muttering to himself in stupor at the grandiose hall, she was particularly intrigued when he summoned a small ember in his hand, a magic user, useful. She could use someone like that.

Never a magic user herself, the art had always piqued her interest, but in the end a good pistol and knife always seemed more effective for dealing with her problems. 

Her mind eventually wondered onto her previous years at the academy, how she enjoyed herself, getting into mischief, growing bonds, learning how to understand and get people to do what she wanted. She had been glad of the exoerience she had gotten, but now was her real time to shine. With her dathers backing and her mothers teachings, soon, she would be the one in control.