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Penny never realized how annoying the Reveille trumpet blast could be, and for a moment, felt immense annoyance at being woken so rudely especially after the long day yesterday. For a moment, she lays in bed, growling to herself, before remembering she's in a dorm with only one other roommate, and unfettered access to a hot shower. The idea makes her perk up with a grin.

[color=39b54a]'Thirty minutes?'[/color] she thinks looking at the clock on her PDA/phone. [color=39b54a]'That's not a lotta time, is it? Certainly not for a long, soaking bath.

'But maybe enough for a good shower? Let's try that...'[/color]

She gets up to answer the knock, and finds a new issue of the school uniform, something she's grateful for as her old one still had claw marks from the fight with the Void yesterday.

"Thanks," she says to the faculty member, perhaps a bit overly enthusiastically, then makes a break for the shower.

Several minutes later, Penny feels herself relax under the hot, steamy shower, letting the scalding water sprinkle all over her while trying not to get it inside her arm cast. She feels the knots from last night still there, but perhaps the soothing sensation of a shower could help with some of those.

Coming out of the shower, drying her long, heavy hair, she gives a contented sigh.

[color=39b54a]"Yeah, I needed that,"[/color] she muses. [color=39b54a]"Hey, Dana, shower's free now, but ya better hurry up, they want us in the main hall in less than half an hour."[/color]

She gets dressed quickly, though she pauses to braid her long hair, checking to see if it's done right, and making sure her appearance is right; breaking in new clothes is always a fun experience. Fortunately, though, they got her size just right. She tests the joints and moves her arms. She remembers that they asked for sizes when she enrolled at the school.

[color=39b54a]"Seriously, is this what having a custom tailor feels like?"[/color] she asks. [color=39b54a]"I could get used to this..."[/color]

After tidying up her bed, she follows the others to the main hall, looking around at the sheer size and elegance of the architecture. Orientation speech, that's expected, but Penny still pays attention to the Headmaster's words; she always took pride in her schoolwork, and she's not going to let being an Ars Magi change that - if anything, she feels it should encourage her to do her best.

What she's less enthusiastic about is the full medical checkup. She feels like she's been poked and prodded in every place imaginable - though she's fortunately excused from some other tests because of last night's medical examination. However, it does mean she notices the annoyed and jealous glares of the other girls forced to undergo the full suite of tests.

Breakfast, however, makes up for it, and she digs in heartily. She's just sad there are no fancy desserts like there was on the flight, but she can live with that.

Penny listens to the conversations while trying to be discrete. She turns to her flight-mates.

[color=39b54a]"Ugh, just had a horrible thought,"[/color] she says with a mild grin. [color=39b54a]"'Hey, we just tested you, and while you have magic, we don't think you're a suitable candidate for the procedure. Sorry to waste your time, now pack your bags because you're going home.' Wonder if they ever had a case like that.

"Yeah, I feel bad for thinking about it."[/color]