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It had been days since Maria left her villa back in southern France. For years now, Maria had been doing her work solo, mostly, and it had been working out rather well. For a time... for a [i]long [/i]time, she managed to keep her area cleaned and secured. She preferred it this way, as her powers were hard to control and risky to use and she could never be sure of when, if ever, the day would come where she failed and unleashed something she'd rather not think about. Because of this, she felt as if relationships - magical girls or otherwise - was simply an added risk she had to do without. However, this was no longer an option. 

Maria had received a letter, or rather an order, directly from the Grand Ministry that [i]strongly suggested[/i] she should relocate herself at the Marrywell Academy, in London. It would seem she had little say in the matter and the Ministry being what they are and holding the sway they did, Maria had to agree with their suggestion. And so, no later than a few days later, she was in London. 

Amongst the many reasons cited and half-hidden strong-arming arguments in the letter was an explanation that they believed that Maria needed to stop being solo, and she...kind of agreed, in a way. Working alone was never her wish, but a self imposed restriction for fear of her Grimoire - and it took it's toll. Loneliness could only be endured so long, and Maria's career approached a century now. She felt that isolation was almost as big a risk to her mental state than risking it with others and mixed with the Ministry orders - here she was. 

All of this was going through her mind while the silver-haired woman walked through the Academy's paths, eventually arriving where she was heading. Maria had been told to reach the Training Facility B, where she'd meet fellow magical girls. More accurately, she was asked by the Ministry to be a team leader, of all things, and to come here to watch the girls which might become her team members. She tried to do so without catching too much attention, but... 

It turned out the viewing space she went up to was already inhabited by a pair of girls; one red haired one and another taller with a gothic appearance, both seemed around Maria's physical age. They themselves would notice Maria was wearing a long black dress that clashed with modern times, her pale blonde hair neatly tied at the back and she was walking with regal appearances, hands joint at the front. She walked up close to them, until she could also see the girls on the training field, then addressed them. 

[color=fff79a]"Hello."[/color] she said, keeping her stare blank for now, but bearing a smile as best she could. [color=fff79a]"You must be Charlotte. My name is Maria de Borbón, freshly arrived here in London. Pleasure to meet you, miss Clementine..."[/color] she said with a slight polite bow that, again, betrayed her advanced age and upbringing. 

[color=fff79a]"...as I am you, miss...?"[/color] she said, trying to remain as polite as can be.