Guinevere Gwen Seregdae
I've always been different. Doesn't mean you know who I am or what I'm capable of.
Gwen walked in, not wishing for the first time she could eat in her room. She could hardly believe another year has gone by,and an odd one at that. It was still winter, that hasn't changed yet. She was glad at least she didn't have to deal with the all the noises the other students made for a long while. There was even some fireworks that back fired and singed off someone's eyebrows. Or so she heard when she walked through the halls. She still wasn't sure who sent her that dress and shoes, but she intended to find out. For now, she had the dress and shoes be kept out of harm's way, and was very content to be wearing her normal wear again.
She looked around for a place to sit; rather her spot. Yes, she had her own area where she sat that was the most quietest, for she sometimes liked to read while eating, eat then read, or even read before eating. It wasn't like it was reserved for her, but other students didn't tend to sit close by her anyway and would rather sit with their friends.
She sat down and put her new book on the table, while stirring her tea; pondering over what might happen this year, among other things.