[center][h1][b][color=green]A L B E R T A[/color][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=gray]AVALICE ACADEMY — CLASS C LECTURE HALL[/color][/b][/center][hr]
Hidden amongst the clouds of stunning spring petals were the mocking whispers about one named Alberta von Blumenthal, the student body's prime laughing stock of last semester. Word spread quickly of the humiliating sparring match that left the proud Queen of Thorns overpowered and near unconscious, and her subsequent transfer to the cursed Class C she had spent the last two years tormenting as a result. And though the true story of what followed after her defeat was confined only to those who witnessed the event themselves, they too relished in the karma that had been dealt to their former classmate, and let the rumours run rampant.

Alberta didn't care for the impudent whisperings of cowards, even though she had also been one to spread such things before. Though her name was no longer feared by those she had once called weak, her pride still shone like an obnoxious ray of light. With her shoulders rolled back and head held high, she strode towards her new class with unwavering confidence, as if the events of last semester were but the blissful dreams of her adversaries.

She didn't acknowledge the presence of those who had already arrived, pushing past several students until she reached the seat in the far left corner of the lecture hall. Alberta was quick to scowl at anyone who dared approach the empty seat next to her, and it was only when the hall started filling up that she was forced to let someone take it. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. Alberta shuffled impatiently in her seat, arms tightly folded over her chest and the loud tapping of her shoe catching stares.

Alberta huffed at the professor's tasteless entrance. Not only was she surrounded by a bunch of unremarkables and failures, but her professor looked even less enthusiastic to be here than she was. Alberta rolled her eyes at the students who spoke before her, and raised her arm to speak. Might as well get it all over with before she was bored to death by such tiresome introductions.

[b]"[color=green]Alberta von Blumenthal, sir. Frankly, I don't think I belong in this 'barren wasteland for the untalented', but Class R's idiot professor seems to believe otherwise. I'm sure I can demonstrate to you that lumping me in a class with these losers is a complete waste of my time.[/color]"[/b]