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 Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:08 pm
He grinned at her.
" I've got a sword and a bow too." He laughed lightly with warmth.
" I'll do my best, madam." He bowed gracefully.
" Namarie, vanyali."
Farewell, m'lady.
He smiled brightly at her, before leaving the office with a smile.
' Yeah, im gonna like it here.' He gathered up his spear and pack, before leaving the hall, and stepping into the fading sunlight.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:19 pm
"I do hope I wasn't supposed to confiscate that." She again laughed gaily to herself before settling down with the rest of her tea and a good book snatched off a pile.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:44 pm
Verdi casually walked down the hall. At first she had passed by the headmaster's office, but then remembered that she was suppose to come here instead. So far she hadn't had any spirits bother her, but it was just the beginning. She wasn't holding out hope. With a deep breath, she set down her two suitcases and knocked.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:08 pm
The knock pulled her out of the world she had delved into, one of fantastical circumstances and wonder. Not much different than this place. Once more, Anna rose from her chair to go to the door and greet yet another student.
Luckily, this one had no spear. Just green hair.
"Hello! Ah, you must be tired after a long day, hm?" she said in her bubbly fashion, stepping aside from the doorway and letting the new girl come into the office. "If you like, I can make you some tea before we get down to business."
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:21 pm
Wow, this is a happy one...just remember, be nice. Verdi shook her head to indicate she didn't want any, but then remembered that it was polite to respond verbally. "No...uh, thankyou." Setting down her suitcases, the same shade of green as her hair, she took a seat. Fidgety in the formal situation, she ran a hand through her hair and then shook her hair out of her eyes. Just remember, the possibilites here are worth it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:27 pm
"Alright." Anna once again took her place behind her desk. "Before we begin, my name is Miss Annabelle Souris." She set aside the book she had been reading after placing a bit of stray paper inside as a makeshift bookmark. "May I see your acceptance letter?" she went on, sensing that this girl was either shy or not very talkative and might appreciate having her just read her name instead of asking for it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:39 pm
"Yes ma'am." She reached into her jacket-pocket and pulled out the letter, handing it to Annabelle. Supprisingly, it was still crisp and seemed like it was just sent. Verdi smiled; it had been just recently that she got her letter, but she was good at keeping things looking new. Important things anyways. She thought as she looked down at her black boots. They were worn and obviously well broken-in, but not falling apart just yet. Maybe shopping would be on her list after she got out of here.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:46 pm
"Ah..." Annabelle's calm eyes read her name carefully. "Welcome to the Academy, Verdi. I really hope you enjoy your stay here." And with already practiced motion, she reached for her room key stowed away in her desk. "Now, while you're here, please make sure to keep to your own dorm. Keystone students especially enjoy their privacy..." It was the same information she had given what seemed countless times, but it was always important.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:55 pm
An attempt at a smile broke across Verdi's face as she took the room key that was offered. "I'll keep that in mind." It seemed like the information was at an end, so she started to rise from her seat. Then she paused mid-way. "Umm, am I free to leave now Miss Souris?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:02 pm
"Oh! And no going near the Gatehouse. That's off-limits." Souris placed a finger to her chin, eyes to the ceiling thinking if she forgot anything. "You'll be in 104 in the Maple dorms. A map should be inside that packet, and if you get lost, don't be afraid to ask anyone for directions. We don't bite much here." Anna hoped that she could say that with full honesty, though thinking of some of the Keystone students, 'bite' probably wasn't the best way to put it. "Do you have any questions or anything? I'm happy to help in any way I can." Anna looked at her with soft brown eyes that smiled regardless of her fatigue.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:08 pm
Verdi nodded. "Got it....I guess I'll be seeing you around later." Or not, hopefully not in getting in trouble at least. She toyed with the thought, yeah, that was pretty safe to assume. Getting in trouble was not part of the plan and somehow, she didn't want to upset this teacher. She seemed really nice, hopefully Verdi never had to see what she was like when she was angry. Straightening up, she held a suitcase in either hand, having pocketed the key, and was out the door walking down the hall the way she had come first. Now to find my dorm, oh joy.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:30 pm
"Good bye, and good luck settling in!" she called after her.
Once she was out the door, Anna returned to her novel with vigor, hoping to get past a rather intense part.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:16 pm
The leather shoes Gerald was wearing creaked quietly as he made his way into the chateau that served as the academy's administration building. His father had insisted he wear dress clothes, complete with a jacket and tie, for his first meeting with the staff of Grove Academy. Not that Gerald could really blame him; you only got one chance to make a first impression. The young man even made an attempt to comb his normally unruly hair back, which had earned him a 'what a handsome young man!' from Judy, his father's wife. He would never understand why adults felt the need to comment on how handsome you were, even when you obviously weren't. It didn't take him long to find the Principal Teacher's office. He shifted the small portfolio he carried into his left hand, then raised his other to knock three clear times on the door. He tried to prepare himself in the moments before an answer came. Teachers were currently toward the top of his list of people he shouldn't offend, right under his father and his father's friends. They demanded attention and respect, things he usually left buried somewhere in the back of his mind with his two semesters of French and a list of MP3s he kept meaning to buy but never did. Taking a deep breath, Gerald closed his eyes and let everything go still for a moment. When he opened them again, he was ready to be an obedient new student.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:24 pm
"Coming!" came a chiming voice from within the office. Once more, Annabelle had to abandon her novel for a short while to the corner of her desk. "Busy day," she muttered under her breath as she made her way to the door.
At first, she could have sworn he was some sort of solicitor or another teacher, but the young face washed away any of those notions. "Hello!" she greeted, stepping aside from the doorway to allow him to enter. "Come in and have a seat. You must be tired... Did you find this place alright?" Annabelle ushered him towards the chair sitting in front of her own desk with her usual smile.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:37 pm
Gerald blinked once before entering. She was... younger than he expected a Principal Teacher to be. As he approached her desk, he scanned for a plaque with her name on it, but he didn't find one among the clutter of paper and books. In fact, her office had an air of some large mess having been recently shoved into a closet. He decided to fish for an introduction. "I didn't have any trouble," he insisted. Then, standing next to the proffered chair, "Thank you. My name is Gerald Campbell." He remained standing and waited for her response, not sure whether she would want to shake hands or not.
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