They had surprisingly made it to their classroom with nothing more than a few minor bumps here and there. Having arrived, Kat let go of her hand and went inside, heading for her seat but getting distracted as she bypassed a group classmates. She stopped and gave a comment Emilia couldn't hear from the doorway, but didn't have the time to try harder either, because in the next second, before she could step forward to follow her friend inside, someone bumped into her side, sending her to the floor with a small squeak in an ungracefull sprawl. She landed on her side, her upper budder turning towards the floor out of reflex and her hands hitting the ground hard to catch her fall. A grunt escaped her and she scowled as she turned to properly sit on the floor and grab her bag from where she had let it fall beside her. 

She looked up, still feeling her hands burning a little, but being friends with Kat, someone that ran around carelessly while pulling her along, she had gotten as used to bumping into things and falling over other things as one could possibly get. "My god, I'm so sorry are you alright?" the boy that stood above her exclaimed, holding out a hand to help her get up. He looked unfamilar, but nice so she reached out and accepted his help, getting back on her feet, before throwing him a smile. >>I'm alright, thank you. That happens more often to me than you can imagine and I guess I'm at fault as well, standing around in front of a door in this chaos.<< she told him with a laugh, tugging her skirt back into place and bruhsing some dust off of it after slinging her bag over her shoulder again.