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[center][h2][color=darkred]Ardere Terrane[/color][/h2][/center]
Too shy to speak to Mary Sue directly yet too polite to outright ignore the girl, Ardere glanced over to her future roommate with a sideways smile. The redhead forced herself to be more engrossed with this fantastic little creature living in her jar. She wondered if she has to poke air holes in the lid. Do will-o-wisps need fresh air? It's hard to tell what qualifies as a nose and lungs to these bright, floaty beings. 

In the awkward silence, Ardere didn't mutter a word when she and Mary Sue arrived at the same destination. Her eyes, however, were on the playing cards that decorated the dorm doors. [color=darkred][i]More tarot?[/i][/color] The 14-year-old thought idiotically, despite the card designs clearly not fortune teller cards. Good thing she didn't utter her thoughts out loud to her fellow schoolmate, Ardere would hide behind her mask until the end of days. 

[color=darkred]"Are you...also staying in this room?"[/color] Ardere asks, reading the name on the playing card. [color=darkred]"Mary Sue?[/color]