While several new arrivals as well as people that'd been there for quite a while flopped about through the deluge of students wearing their insecurities on their sleeves and being awkward towards everyone else, Florence simply didn't care. She darted rapidly back and forth between groups of people to introduce herself, whilst also invading the personal space of anyone that she felt needed a bit of a startle. But for the most part, it seemed that the people she ended up talking with weren't that interesting and often bored her to tears. When she had her fill of boredom, Florence moved onto another person in an attempt to find someone interesting.

It was then that she'd spotted a target. Someone lounging about on a couch, not paying attention to their surroundings. Crouching, with a rather wicked grin on her face, she began to creep towards the back of the couch. She pushed past several people, crawling along the ground. When she reached the back of the couch, she lightly rested her hands on the ledge above her before popping up and pushing her face forward to land squarely in the personal space of the boy* sitting on the couch.

"[color=9e0b0f]Hiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaa[i]aaaaa[/i]~[/color]" Florence said, smiling. "[color=9e0b0f]What's your name, age? I'm Florence, 16. But don't call me Florence. I like nicknames![/color]"