Huge, black-feathered cream wings beat slowly, keeping Emilie meters above the top of the building. Her storm-colored eyes flickered about, taking everything in from the architecture to the files of faceless students pouring into the building. A new semester, a new place, new people, new life... all were simply nothing to her... or so she wanted to believe. She closed her eyes then took a deep breath, lips tenderly parted in hoping she would get used to this place and its various scents and such. Slowly, she began to descend, one hand clutching her skirt to keep it from flying up on her. The last few feet she snapped her wings shut and plunged, landing on her right knee and left foot. Carefully rising, she brushed off herself, shook her wings, causing them to vanish, and ignored the staring students; they were merely faceless creatures.
On bare feet she entered the school and glanced about, her right hand clutching an over-sized travel bag and her left holding various school papers. Glancing once at which dorm she was to be in, she set off, up the grand staircase, and to the dorms. Nonchalantly she passed by each dorm. One, two, three... four... Thirteen. She stared at the gilded numbers that anointed the carved door. Thirteen....
She set down her pack and knocked on the door three times, the sound muffled by her white kid-skin gloves. No answer came, so she went in. There were three beds, one by the window, and ones at opposite walls. Already one side of the room had been made up with various belongings. Perfect, she would have a room-mate. And male, from the look of it. How... positively enthralling.
She went to the bed opposite of the one already made and set her pack on top of it. With a flick of her wrist, it opened and she set to the menial task of putting everything away.
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