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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
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Amaris glanced over the paper in her hands once more as if she hadn’t read its words a hundred times over. With the change in semester came a change in classes and she was determined to make a good impression with whatever fresh instructors she would have. That meant memorizing her schedule down to the letter. By this point, she had more than a decent grasp of the school layout and could picture exactly where each of her classes were located. All she had to do was learn the new flow of student traffic and adjust her pre-planned route accordingly. 

Her two most anticipated classes seemed to open and close out her academic night, which put the countess in a rather good mood. While she was certain her first two periods would be spent in near constant confusion, the end result would be more opportunities to communicate and even bond with her partner. That alone was enough motivation to sit through the complicated world of modern technology. She did have some pride in the fact that she was not a complete lost cause, but there was plenty still left to learn if she wished to claim true proficiency. As excited as she was for most of her classes, and despite the fact that she had been the one to choose all of them, she was least looking forward to her Dark Age Economy course. She had only taken it in the hopes that it might help her find some of her political footing… but even she knew it could only help so much.

Setting the paper down at last, Amaris tapped her finger against the top of her vanity. There was still a fair amount of time before she really had to get moving, but the countess was already prepared for the day. Showered, dressed, and bag packed for the evening ahead, there was nothing left for her to do but wait. A small nagging tugged at the back of her mind, begging her to peek out her door to see for herself if the news concerning Varis had been correct. She still remembered quite clearly the moment the news story broke, finding it difficult to believe that anyone would be so foolish as to make an attempt on a noble; let alone a Sinnenodel. The attack had, unfortunately, added to her security detail when travelling between home and the school, but if Amaris were to be completely honest with herself, the extra company brought some amount of comfort. She was confident that whatever had occurred had been a consequence of something he did, but it was unlikely she would ever know what truly happened.

Inhale, two, three, four. Exhale, two, three, four… It was not her concern. She couldn’t keep allowing herself to be distracted by the others so easily. Varis would either be attending classes today or he would not, that was simply how it was. The countess would neither celebrate his return, nor would she mourn his loss. She would simply carry on with her studies, be them academic or extra curricular. There was still her training with Victor to think about, not to mention the new techniques Salazar had taught her over the break. Varis was the last thing she needed to be concerned with at the moment.

Gathering her things, Amaris exited her room and moved to the common space. Upon her return to the academy, the countess had stored some pre-portioned bottles of blood in her designated space within the kitchen. It wasn’t meant to last her forever, simply to ease her and her partner back into their respective schedules without the extra stress of feedings piled on top. She selected one and poured it into a glass for herself before taking a seat to enjoy it in the peaceful atmosphere that was her home away from home. For the time being, it was almost as if she could separate herself from the knowledge she had obtained over the break… almost.