"Hmm..." Atalanta looked over Priscilla for a moment before nodding, "No... I think you'd look fine with a bow, Pinkie. Maybe not a big one, but like a small one off to the side. Like right around here? Though I'd suppose it'd be more like a ribbon than anything." Atalanta pointed at the area slightly above her own temple. "But I don't really know, I mean I'm not really one for fashion. Living with a few brothers does that, I guess," she shrugged, "But yeah. Hood, probably wouldn't work I'd think..." Then Priscilla got all flustered, and that really quite entertained the orange-clad huntress, it really did. She smiled cheekily as Priscilla rambled on about her nickname, before she finally stopped doing so and outstretched her hand. 

Taking Priscilla's hand in her own and giving a shake, Atalanta nodded, "Mhm, yup. It's a pleasure, Priscilla." Then the headmaster, a white haired fellow by the name of Ozpin, entered the stage and began giving his little speech. Finally, once that was over, they were directed to follow after Ms. Goodwitch to find somewhere to put their things. Blade skates likely weren't an acceptable means of transport in the academy, unfortunately. 

A tall boy walked up to Priscilla...

"Brother, boyfriend, or...?"

...and planted one on her lips before giving a hug. 

"Ah, boyfriend. I hope."

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It was silent again for a few moments after that. Or at least silent regarding himself and Blaire. After all, the assembly hall was most definitely very loud, what with all others having excited conversations with their friends and such. Gram couldn't blame them, it was indeed a time to be excited! He'd cry out to the heavens if he were sure that the ambient noise wasn't louder than his voice. Suddenly, a blurted out collection of words. "Hmm?" Gram sounded, turning to his companion beside him, "Oh, my last name? Well it's V-"

[i]"Welcome future Hunters and Huntresses of Beacon Academy..."[/i] 

Well, whatever Gram had said was drowned out by the voice of someone on stage cutting him off. It was a rather rude interruption, but then again they [i]were[/i] expecting somebody to start talking some time soon, so it was more or less Gram's fault for being too slow on the draw. Looking to Blaire, he just shrugged impassively. What could he do, tell the headmaster to shut up so he could finish his conversation? That would [i]hardly[/i] be a polite thing to do! And so the young man listened intently, looking almost like a child with the way his hands were on his knees and his body was leaned in forward to listen closer. 

Finally once that was done, there was silence.

"HELL [i]YES[/i]!"

And then Gram followed Goodwitch. Poor Blaire, left by Gram in his moment of excitement.

Meanwhile, a very excitable young man runs into a red huntress in a very literal sense.