[center][h1][b][color=green]A L B E R T A[/color][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=gray]AVALICE ACADEMY — CLASS C COURTYARD[/color][/b][/center][hr]
Walking amongst the courtyard camellias did little to improve Alberta's bitter mood. She had heard whisperings of the Festival of Champions before in her time at Avalice, especially during last semester considering what the next one would bring. Alberta was also aware of the consequences should a class fail to perform all too well; just her luck that this was the year where she would have to fight alongside the finest failures the academy had to offer. If last semester's mishap hadn't humiliated the Blumenthal name enough, then the most likely outcome of the upcoming festival definitely would.

As much as she loathed her new classmates already, Alberta had no choice but to trust that by the end of their professor's 'test', only the better half of Class C would remain. Of course, Alberta knew where she stood. She just hoped those who also proved themselves to be part of the 'better half' were component enough to keep the class afloat once festival season arrived. If not — which honestly wouldn't be much of a surprise to her at all — then Alberta's plans to reach the top of the school on her own would remain unchanged.

Caelum Tempesta was to be her opponent for the day. That was the sword boy, wasn't it? Alberta could just about remember the terrible ruckus he'd caused after running late into class that morning. As she approached him, her eyes narrowed into a scrutinising scowl. She didn't like him already. Something about his presence just aggravated her, both mentally and physically. It felt like a swarm of invisible bugs were nipping at her skin, and the irritating sensation pissed her off. Alberta closed the gap between them with a heavy stomp of her boot, overshadowing Caelum as much as her height would allow her.

[b]"[color=green]You're Tempesta, right? Come with me,[/color]"[/b] Alberta ordered, expecting him to follow behind her. She led him to the middle of the courtyard where most of the students seemed to be avoiding in favour of the walled corners. It would give her more than enough space to run this sorry excuse for a swordsman into the dirt.