[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/26lMDeF.png[/img][/center]Even as an outsider, it wasn't hard for Seyrun to pick up the weight of the atmosphere in the club room. They were in a deathly silence for a few good seconds before one of them finally addressed her after all. Moreover, the first to do so earned a raised eyebrow glare—a look of amusement—from her. A boy? What was he doing in an all-girls academy like this?

Seyrun steeled her countenance again, but before she could speak, a much younger girl interrupted the boy's not-so-inconspicuous attempt to get her out of the room. [color=steelblue]"Not quite, but that's close enough. Se-i-run is closer to how it should be. At any rate, yes, it's this one. A lovely volume indeed, I didn't think I would find a copy this far away from an old, musty French library,"[/color] she said as she returned the book—which was clearly titled with the French name Cendrillon written in time-faded letters—to Yuzu.

While she waited for the smaller girl to finish her clerk work, Seyrun took a good assesment of the club room. Her gaze went over the boy closest to her, to the bespectacled girl and the even younger one—a middle schooler perhaps?—all the way to the half-closed window where Scheherazade stood observant and silent.

[color=steelblue]"The wind in this city... it's a very gentle one, isn't it?"[/color] She said in a wistful voice as she gazed outside, past the—invisible to normals—magical guardian with a smile so subtle one wouldn't be at fault for thinking Seyrun was pulling her best impression of [i]La Gioconda[/i].[hr]