Despite how nice and short the Vice-Principle’s speech was, Kathy was already beginning to doze off in the comfort of her plush seat. As expected of a school under the guise of being for the very select few, they seemed to have wasted no expense in maintaining ideal temperatures and comfort for all the students and staff at the academy. In short, almost every place on campus could be turned into the ideal napping area for her. Not even attempting to resist falling asleep, she let her eyes close and let her mind wander into sweet unconscious when- “!!!” Something hit her on the head. Luckily the offensive object wasn’t very heavy, but the impact had been more than enough to jerk her back into reality. Feeling rather confused and dazed, she looked around to figure out what had just happened. It wasn’t very difficult to figure out who the culprit of the sudden disturbance was. A boy with messy crimson hair was busy falling head-over into the seats, seeming to pick something up from the ground 2 seats away from her. “A pencil..? No, a drumstick.” She mused aloud. What he was doing with a drumstick in the auditorium was beyond her, but she thought it was probably good he hadn’t decided to throw around something heavier or with a sharp edge. Having already lost all desire to go back to sleep, Kathy turned her attention back to the speaker at the podium. Sometime during all the chaos, the speaker had changed from the Vice-President to the well-known student body president, Criston. [center][b] "Party in the Student Center! All students are invited! 9PM tonight! Bring a friend!"[/b][/center] “A party? Did we have one last year? Hmm, ah well. It sounds fun.” She thought of her classmates and friends from the year before as potential invitees, but realized that there was actually almost no point to inviting them herself. “… He announced it in front of the entire student body. There shouldn’t be anyone that doesn’t know about it right? If they want to go, they’ll be there.” Nodding to herself, convinced that she could just save herself the trouble and greet anyone she knew at the party, she got up with the other students at the end of the speech and joined the flow of the crowd heading towards the exit. Assuming everyone was more or less intent on leaving the auditorium, Kathy didn’t notice the blockade until she bumped into it, face-first. “Ow. What the..? Huh?” Someone was standing right in front of the doorway, essentially blocking anyone that wanted to leave through that particular exit. Holding her nose, she looked up at the person. Before she could catch herself she found herself greeting him, “Ah. The drumstick guy.”