[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]
Alberta waited. And waited, and waited, and waited even more, until the sun started to set over the devastated courtyard. Her battle with Caelum wasn't as swift as she had wanted, but to think it had taken some people the entire afternoon to fight it out until only one person stood was beyond her expectations, or rather, lack there of. Yet another example of Class C's incompetence that Alberta loathed to be associated with.

But even she knew when it was the appropriate time to hold her tongue. The professor was about to relay his students with the final results; while Alberta had won her match, though some minor mishaps had resulted in an admittedly haphazard performance, she still held her breath in anticipation.

In her tiredness and wavering concentration, Alberta flinched as a ring of light illuminated her feet, fragments of her prior battle somehow still lingering in her thoughts. It was only when Professor Nyx announced that her and the other selected students had earned their right to stay in Class C, that Alberta let out a quiet sigh of relief. She didn't bother to register the panic from the rest of the students around her as they sunk into their shadows. A harmless sleight of the professor's magic, most likely.

The man's words, however, weren't something she would dismiss so easily. Alberta couldn't dispute with his ruthlessness; better to pull the weeds out of a garden before they sap the nutrients from the plants that deserve it most. She refused to let two years slaving away in Avalice's training grounds go to waste, and miss the rest of the academic year because of a couple of weeds in an already barren patch of soil.

Indeed, Alberta had to prove herself now more than ever. Not just to escape Class Camellia, but to restore the reputation she had been so viciously stripped of. As Professor Nyx concluded his address, she glanced around at her remaining classmates. Nothing was going to stop Alberta from growing taller and blooming brighter than the rest of them, even if there were a select few that threatened to outshine her. Her gaze shifted to the floor, fists clenched, heart pounding. 

Alberta had been cast away to the very bottom of the school. Now, she had to climb her way back to the top, no matter how many flowers she would have to trample over.

[hr][center][b][color=gray]AVALICE DORMITORIES — DORM C-C[/color][/b][/center][hr]
As much as she was physically drained, Alberta was more mentally exhausted. So much so that she'd completely forgotten who she was sharing a dorm with this year, until she arrived at the dorm itself. A 'Kress Alstein' and a 'Ty Varen'. Two boys. She shuddered as she creaked the door open, recalling her first dorm assignment in Avalice just under two years ago. At least then, she had another female roomate with her to make living with her male one just a bit more bearable. Now, Alberta had to deal with [i]two[/i] of them. Class C was certainly living up to its cursed reputation. 

Upon entering the empty dorm, Alberta was appalled, but not necessarily surprised. These were the Class C dormitories after all, they probably hadn't seen much improvement since their establishment. The small windows, cramped spaces, and discoloured walls felt so bleak and uninviting, not at all what Alberta wanted from a place that was supposed to keep her well rested and comfortable. She was missing the Class R dorm rooms already.

But time was of the essence, as Alberta had a lot to unpack. Multiple cases of clothes, fabrics, cosmetics and gardening essentials were piled against the left side of the common room, almost reaching the ceiling. The boxes that extended to the kitchen included [i]both[/i] of her tea brewing sets, as well as twenty or so potted plants to keep her sane throughout what was looking to be a very turbulent year. Each plant had a small name etched into their ceramic pot, though it couldn't be seen clearly from afar. Not that it mattered to Alberta, since she'd memorised all of their names already.

She proceeded to drag some of her cases to her 'bedroom' and started unpacking. As Alberta placed a striking yellow croton plant — Archembald she'd named it — on her prescribed study desk, her other dorm mates started arriving. When a disheveled Ty eventually entered the room, the plant pot almost slipped out of Alberta's hands. That was the little brat from the lecture hall!

[b]"[color=green]You—![/color]"[/b]

Alberta very slowly and carefully placed Archembald on the table, before shooting up to her feet and stomping towards Ty. She hadn't been listening well enough to remember his name from the morning introductions, but just the thought of having him as a roommate for a whole year sent Alberta spiralling into a blind rage. This had to be some sort of terrible mistake.
 
[b]"[color=green]What the hell are you doing in my dorm? Get out, you rat.[/color]"[/b]

[@Relin]