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[color=9F000F][b]MENTIONS:[/b][/COLOR] [color=C0C0C0][color=560319]Alfonse[/color] [[@Zombehs]], [color=560319]Roland[/color] [@Ithradine], [color=560319]Leonid[/color] [@Vertigo], and everyone else.[/color][/center]

[color=C0C0C0]The sight of the little wyrmling was very much enough to soothe the fire within her. Sherry’s fingers twitched as she restrained herself from reaching forward and taking the wyvern into her arms. How cute it was, the little thing, and how much she had wanted a wyvern of her own. Her father had promised her one by the time she went to Irinduil, but he had to leave his station for the time being and she was left without her gift. To be honest, the sight of someone [i]not of noble blood[/i] having a wyvern when she didn’t only soured her mood. She scowled and sent a sidelong glance towards Roland. [color=9F000F][b]”No need. Come, we’re falling behind on the tour.”[/b][/color] Sherry huffed again as she stepped past her guard, ignoring the cluster of foolish children who tormented the Sylmare boy. Idiots.

Like Augustine promised, he guided them across the whole campus. After the gardens came the mess hall, where the scent of food already hung pungent in the air. Then came the cathedral itself, with its pristine walls and marble decorations– and then the gem of Irinduil, the Officers Academy. That was Sherry’s favorite part, especially when the Archbishop listed the names of all of those who came to the monastery, one of which being her very father. That much in itself was something to be proud of. To think that he set foot where she now stood, headed the very Crimson Foxes themselves. Now, she was following his very path. 

Sherry was very tired by the time that they arrived at the dorms and was ecstatic to lay her head on a pillow to take a cat nap. She watched as Augustine once again took his spot at the very lead of the group, her gazing scanning his expression as he smiled and pulled a rolled up piece of paper from his sleeves. A crease furrowed across her brow when he pasted it onto the cobblestone wall at the main entrance to the dormitories. He stepped aside, allowing Sherry to step forwards and peer at the words scrawled on the parchment. Her heartbeat raced as she spoke. [color=9F000F][b]”Theodoric Branden Marlon and Andrion Godson, Roland Amor Vaughann and Elevinthia Alexandra Pernachis…”[/b][/color] she murmured, her eyes fluttering down to the bottom of the posting. When she read the names written, she flinched as if she had been hit by a Thoron spell. [color=9F000F][b]”Wh-wha-what is this?!”[/b][/color]

[b]”Dormitory assignments, my lady. In these past years, Irinduil has decided to allow cohabitation between students, regardless of gender or background.”[/b] Augustine spoke with the same silky smooth voice as before. [b]”We find that students of the Officer’s Academy have gained much from our decree, and so we went ahead and implemented it once more this year.”[/b]

Sherry stared at Augustine with eyes wide as dinner plates and her mouth hung open. Oh no. No no no. This couldn’t be. Though she pleaded with him with her very expression, Augustine simply shrugged and stepped away from the cluster of students. [b]”You are free to begin unpacking and settle down for rest,”[/b] he said. [b]”Dinner is in four hours from now. I advise you not to be late– if you are, there may not be any food waiting for you when you arrive. Have fun!”[/b]

The slender form of Augustine passed behind the line of Crimson Foxes and disappeared around the corner of the dormitories. A shaky breath ushered forth from Sherry lips as she turned on her heel and glared straight at Leonid, her lips pursed into an overly thin line. A poisonous glower glowed in her gaze. 

[color=9F000F][i]There’s no way I’m rooming with [b]him[/b].[/i][/color][/color]