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It was another year for the prestigious school known as Avalice. Another year meant another day in Class Camellia, or Class-C as they were so lovingly labeled as. Whatever stigma was attached to the name was probably well-warranted, though [url=https://i.imgur.com/HkGcCkf.jpg]Kiara[/url] felt no concerns in discovering the reputation’s history. Instead, she was focused on more practical matters, such as reading over some spare notes and other materials of the magical nature in the lecture hall. When she’d gotten there, who knew; perhaps it was early enough to be considered an overachiever or maybe it was just on the cusp of being late. Though being late seemed hardly worth much in this class.

After all, it was quite some time since their new professor arrived anyway. Kiara wasn’t even aware the time had passed so quickly until the chatter of other students filled her ears, noting more of them coming through the doorways with expectations to learn. She only gave the common nod or greeting before going back to reading through her texts. At some point there was a pen in her hand as she scribbled some footnotes for herself, assuming she’d grabbed one at some point. Or maybe someone was kind enough to hand her one? Who knew. 

What she did know, was that there was a growing commotion just outside the lecture hall’s doors. She paid it no mind; there was always at least one fight on the first day, especially in proximity to Class-C. Even when the world shook momentarily and black smoke billowed out from the folds of the outside, she chalked it off as some poor student abusing their magic already. Her gaze slowly lifted from her texts when the door finally opened and out sprawled a young man; no doubt this was to be their new professor for the infamous Class-C.

Kiara paid him no immediate mind, not until he mentioned his former status as one of the Miracle Seven. That much was enough to catch some light of interest in her gaze, more so than his apparent youthful appearance. Nyx Yuria, huh? Or rather, Professor Nyx, as the man was quick to correct what the blackboard spelled out behind him. Indeed, this was a very interesting figure at the least, one who was waiting for them to begin their roll call as he lazily sat strewn from his new students.

The first to go was a girl named…Sophiel? At least, Kiara was sure that was her name. Once she made her introductions, Kiara waited a moment or two, glancing about to see if anyone else wanted to go next. When it was apparent that the next to go was Ty of all people, she waited patiently for the theatrics to carry on. Indeed, she knew the boy must have had something planned and indeed there it was, bold declaration to the world with a fiery charm about him. It was almost deflating then, that her turn would be more forward and to the point, almost cold. She raised her hand next and said, [color=0072bc]“Kiara Bastion.”[/color] As quickly as it was held, she settled her hand down. After all, the professor had only asked for their names without any sentimentalities attached. Nothing more, nothing less.
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