Ophelia sighs, the sun casting an annoying glow across her body through a dusty window and she turns in her bed. Her raven hair falls over her shoulders like water in a lake spilling over rocks, her body moving to sit up. 

    Today was her first day at this strange little school the young woman was invited to. She still didn’t quite understand why she was invited, by she would enjoy education outside of what she was taught by her late mother and father. Trudging out of the rickety bed, she sighs, rubbing her full blue eyes and beginning to get ready. She didn’t know if there was a uniform, so she just eyes a simple blue and black dress, putting on her usually accessories, a Pearl necklace and ring, the only really valuable things she owns. 

    Feeling that there was no need for breakfast, and never having enjoyed eating in the mornings anyways, Ophelia leaves the small house she owns, carrying a black leather bag with her, her blue heeled boots clicking along the tile as she walks. She leaves her hair down, never having been one for social accepted norms, and quite frankly, she couldn’t be bothered to care. 

    Ophelia can’t remember how long she walked for, but after a good long moment of humming and strolling to the address given in her invitation, she finally comes across a grand school, large and intricate in its design. 

    “Mon dieu…” she whispers, the French curse leaving her mouth softly 

    She makes her way through the gates, her doll like and tired eyes sweeping across the school grounds, observing all that she could, taking in the new scenery with intrigue.