[b][u]Cynn Ellime[/u][/b]
"Oh..." Cynn said, defeated. She'd hoped this person had been here at least a month; then they might have been able to told her what she had missed. But Pitch was just a new student who probably couldn't even tell her where the nearest restroom was if she asked. [i]Funny,[/i] she thought, [i]I thought that the college wasn't accepting new students right now.[/i]

She would have shrugged it off, but then the man spat out a, "What the hell're you doing," making the young elf jolt. As her white hair flopped back onto her shoulders, she wondered what had provoked him to be so sharp with his tone. She noticed now that she had been touching her scar again, and she jerked her hand away, moving it under the table and under her leg, hoping it would prevent anymore touching. Had that really been [i]that[/i] distracting though; so distracting that it warranted that harsh response from Pitch? Cynn began to feel uneasy sitting across from him.