The light of the morning beat upon Roanesca. A blue-striped button shirt, which was one of the orphanage-given clothing and re-tailored to fit her tall, skinny frame, pressed to her body, with a plain black undershirt visible inbetween the unbuttoned lapel folds. A face, characterized by a tomboyish cut, big rounded eyes and a seemingly perpetual slightly confused expression sat below her distinctive hat, ornamented by the regenerative peach of her home village's Sacred Tree. As a voice of a boy inquiring her demonic affinity drew close to her ear, Roanesca's head twisted to the back, taking attention to a boy wearing a shirt that looked like merchandise for a ritualistic cult, thinking that AC/DC is an abbreviation of Academy's Cult/Demon Club while unaware that it's actually the name of a prolific rock and roll band.
Roanesca stood silently, slightly puzzled at how she's been mistaken for a demon-- but more puzzled about how does the boy even say that as if demons were a regular occurrence in the Orean Cause. What's more, is that this man is naturally white-haired, probably something more to confirm her speculation that this school is not merely an ordinary pedagogical institution.
Roanesca cleared her throat briefly.
"What demon? Zi'm just human. What makes zou think zat, ja?" The hatted girl attested, wringing her face into an even more curious expression. "Demons, ja? In ze school, ja?"