[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]
Alberta scoffed. Her comment wasn't even addressed to anyone besides the professor, yet some random girl was making a needless effort to respond to it. Alberta gave a sidelong glance at her: she was short, meek looking, her face hidden behind a heavy fringe and buried deep inside a book. She wasn't at all surprised to see a girl like her in a class like this.

[b]"[color=green]Reinhardt, was it?[/color]"[/b] Alberta retorted, not bothering to return Eris' courtesy with her given name. [b]"[color=green]Judging by your tone it seems to me you've more to say beyond that old man's riddle of yours. I'd rather you speak to me upfront instead of hiding behind the pretentious ramblings of ancient scholars.[/color]"[/b]

She crossed her right leg over the left and turned her head with a dramatic swoosh. [b]"[color=green]Then again, the ramblings of the foolish and average such as yourself are of no use to me either. You should save your shallow philosophy lectures for when you find someone stupid enough to listen.[/color]"[/b]

Just that one reply of Alberta's had blown the situation entirely out of proportion.