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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
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The journey from the dorms to the academic hall was fairly relaxing for the countess. Gentle snowfall filtered out all of the extra day to day sounds, leaving a satisfying crunch beneath each footfall. Even the air itself felt refreshed. It was crisp and light and unburdened by humidity. If anyone asked her, Amaris might have agreed that it was a perfect evening. She did, however, regret that her partner clearly did not share her sentiment. Perhaps looking into warming up the dorm a bit more might be called for to keep her mage comfortable.

When it came time to part ways with Maddie, Amaris smiled and wished the girl good luck for her classes before continuing on her way to the first block of the evening. Based on her schedule, first up would be Introduction to Communication with Dame Patel. It was certainly a name she had heard before but hadn’t quite had the pleasure of a face to face introductions. If memory served, she had been one of the professors handling Human Psychology as well, however Amaris had been assigned to another classroom for that particular course. She was looking forward to seeing what manner of instructor the Dame would be.

Before she stepped into the classroom, Amaris took care to release persistent snowflakes from her hair and swipe the stragglers from her shoulders. The downside to nonexistent body temperatures was surely the need to manually remove snow at times, but she didn’t mind one bit as it gave her the moment she needed to ease her nerves. Once settled, Amaris entered the classroom and found her way to her seat. There were a few faces she recognized sprinkled among the many she did not, unfortunately, very few had names she could recall right out of the gate. Seeing as their schedules were more elective this semester, Amaris couldn’t help but wonder if she would be seeing any of the other nobles alongside her for the course; a feeling that was quickly chased by the dread of potentially starting her days around Varis. Not wanting to spoil her good mood, Amaris decided to focus on the graphics being displayed until her attention was demanded by the presence of Dame Patel.

The Dame’s voice rang loud and clear across the hall as she introduced herself to the class. She seemed nice so far, though anyone who earned a moniker such as ‘Wolfsbane’ was likely to be more than they appeared. This only served to heighten the countess’ intrigue as she set her full focus to her new instructor.