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[center][h2][color=darkred]Ardere Terrane[/color][/h2][/center]

[i][color=darkred]I don't think she likes me...[/color][/i] Ardere thought after being seemingly passed over without a second glance by the upperclassman before disappearing into the crowd of students. [i][color=darkred]Would anyone like me?[/color][/i] First impressions of this school have already planted negative thoughts in her mind, thoughts she could at least ignore by eating food here. Of course, some things are never straightforward; the line hasn't moved — an annoyance for sure since Ardere wasn't knowledgeable of the amount of time allocated for the carnival.

Looking ahead, she spotted a cluster of students of mixed grade levels, at least freshmen and either seniors or juniors, talking amongst themselves. Although Ardere couldn't make out the words from this distance, she could at least see tensions were high among them. The redhead immediately wondered if that's where the origins of the trail of smoke she saw earlier were. Seeing that one of the students has erupting fires from his body, Ardere was amazed at how bright and colorful the flames were, even if the sight last for a few moments. 

But it doesn't change the fact that they were holding up the line. Seeing that no one else was willing to speak up and feeling impatient herself, Ardere approach these taller students. [color=darkred]Are you all in line?[/color] She addressed the four students before here, [color=darkred]If not, can you move?![/color]