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Euphemia was quick to whip around with a smile and a fire in her eyes, albeit they were extinguished as soon as she noticed it was a student; her wrath was quelled enough that she knew better than to hit an unintended target. Once she straightened up, she threw on a more perky, enthusiastic smile as she listened patiently--though it was obvious she wasn't prepared for his comment. She let out a quiet hum before straightening up considerably, pointing the rod at Jorah.

She decided that despite what he had said, an impression was left to be made, though her blue eyes examined his face carefully. She tapped his chin up slightly to get a better look. [color=yellow]"Indeed, it is. Of course, so long as you follow the rules and avoid any trouble, you won't have to acquaint yourself with Priscilla,"[/color] She replied cheerfully, pulling her rod back as she tapped her own chin. 

[color=00aeef]"I don't know, that Priscilla is just gorgeous,"[/color] Michail happily added, perching his elbow on Euphemia's shoulder.

[color=yellow]"She's only gorgeous because you're wearing armor, otherwise you'd be cowering right now,"[/color] She couldn't help but retort before giving Jorah her full attention. [color=yellow]"I was going to leave learning my roster tomorrow, but now you have my attention. Let me guess...Jorah von Riegan, son of Duke Rodolph von Riegan. You don't resemble him too much, but I can see some similarities. I think you took more after your mother."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"She's completely guessing, she has no idea,"[/color] Michail rolled his eyes.

[color=yellow]"I've had the pleasure of actually meeting Duke Riegan and the other Lords of the Alliance at one of their meetings. Not of all us spend our free time chasing skirts,"[/color] She shot him a look before giving Jorah a smile. [color=yellow]"I'm looking forward to our year together! Do you have any questions for me?"[/color]

Meanwhile, the green haired girl had taken advantage of Euhpemia's direct hit on Michail and decided to eavesdrop on Lysander's conversation. She couldn't help but look over the girl, a small frown on her face. 

[color=palegreen]"Excuse me for the interruption, but I could not help but notice you look a little pale,"[/color] Kaira said softly, giving Lienna a small smile. [color=palegreen]"I am actually the academy's nurse, so if you would like I could try to relieve your symptoms with magic."[/color]


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Isolde stared down at the paper in front of her, looking distressed. After finally having worked up the courage to even show her face in public, now that she was here, she was suddenly regretting it. She wanted nothing more than to go back to her room at home and hide under a blanket. Of course, that wasn't gonna really help, but she was at a complete loss. It had been so long since she had been around people her own age that she wasn't exactly sure what to do right now. People were already talking to one another, excitedly checking that they were in units together, but everyone here was a stranger to her.

Letting out a sigh, she jumped in place as a pair of boys got loud. She shrunk back in her seat, taking far too long to realize that they weren't hostile to one another. Was she really so unsocial that she didn't recognize they were friends? Well, yes, but still, she should've guessed.

She was surprised when they introduced themselves; one was from House Gloucester and the other from House Riegan. Another girl decided to introduce herself and reveal she was from House Edmund. How coincidental that three of the five houses had sent their children this year! Unfortunately it had been many years since she had seen two of them, but it was so brief and she had been previously attached to her father's side that she couldn't really say she knew much of them. Maybe she should introduce herself as well? But she wasn't anyone important anymore. At least they were nobles.

Dropping her gaze down at the page Professor Euphemia had given then, she realized that she was placed in the same unit as them. Ah, maybe she really should introduce herself after all! Or was it too awkward? Maybe she should omit her last name? Oh, who was she kidding, everyone knew, she couldn't hide it. No, no, she had to get some courage, she was never going to get anything done drowning in self doubt. That being said, by the time she finally made up her mind, both Jorah and Clarissa were gone, much to her dismay. She decided not to linger, instead dragging herself out of the classroom. Exploring the monastery was something she could do that she wouldn't mess up.

With her head held high, she strode across the courtyard, taking in the fresh breeze. Ah yes, this was definitely the right call--except that thought went away as her foot hit something. Letting out a quiet cry, she found herself on the ground, eyes blinking as she tried to process what happened. She tripped? But there was nothing but grass! No, wait, she tripped over someone!

Scrambling to her knees, Isolde looked at the pink haired girl with tears in her eyes. [color=lemonchiffon]"I--I--I am sorry!"[/color] She managed to squeak out a horrified apology, bowing her head down. [color=lemonchiffon]"It was an accident, I was not looking at where I was going, I just wanted to explore and--and--[i]I am so sorry please forgive me."[/i][/color]

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