As the black sedan she'd been collected from the airport in neared its third consecutive hour of travel, Chelsea Ramsay began to tire of watching tree after tree roll past her tinted window. She sat in the rear of the car, gazing out at the scenery as the car drove steadily on through the windy woodland road. The entire journey had been consistently monotonous; be it an endless expanse of cloud on her flight here, the grey carbon-copied buildings they'd passed in Boston or the dense forest they were now cruising through, everything looked the same. Perhaps it was merely her own perceptions; she and her family had visited America before, so her mental image of the place was all skyscrapers and Disney princesses. This part of America was, in comparison, rather bland.
A few more moments passed before the vehicle manoeuvred around a final bend in the seemingly endless road, and the sight that emerged before her was enough to make her eyes widen like huge saucers. Standing before her, hidden away amongst the infinite forest, was one of the most beautiful stately homes she had ever seen. A central main building, mirrored on either side by smaller outbuildings. Large, sprawling grasses and an ornate courtyard, and a stream that ran through the green and off into the woods. The place was perfect.
She leapt out of the car as soon as it came to a stop, quickly thanking the PITY-employed driver and removing her own baggage from the trunk, wheeling it excitedly up the stone steps to the entrance of the academy. Through large, wooden doors, she found herself confronted with a grand entrance hall - all exquisitely decorated with lavish materials such as marble and mahogany. Two grand staircases spiralled upwards on either side of the room, but Chelsea had little time to take any of it in with all the fuss that was going on. A mob of students, whom she presumed were new like her, was piled into the hall, filling its cavities with a low murmur of eagerness and awkward introductions. A frantic-looking team of administration staff stood behind a desk to her right, trying their best to answer to the new students' needs, and another gaggle of students similarly crowded around a noticeboard, upon which was written "DORMITORY ARRANGEMENTS".
Chelsea approached the board and waited patiently for a space to appear. As soon as it did, she got a closer look at the paper and scanned for her name.
"ANASTASIYA KORNIKOVA & CHELSEA RAMSAY - ROOM E42"
After queuing at the reception desk for several minutes to retrieve her dorm key, Chelsea headed to the East Wing to find her room. It was decidedly less grand than the rest of the academy, but it had all the essentials she'd need to get by. To kill the time, she instantly began unpacking her things and settling into her half of the room, eager to meet Anastasiya. As she folded a pair of socks and tucked them neatly away into a drawer, she couldn't help but wonder what her new room-mate was like.