Elizabeth had taken a bit of bread and spread some butter over it with a simple kitchen butter knife made of a simple plastic. She took a bite out of it, and its flavor was commonplace, mediocre and second-rate, yet bearable. She took several more bites until she had finished her snack. It had appeared necessary for her to down such a product due to the smallness of her breakfast. With her stomach filled to a more acceptable amount, she headed away from this snack hall and back to the main hall. 

There were new students appearing. They were coming at a fast rate, just as they had when she had arrived at the Academy. That time felt quite distant from what was now. If the new students were as embracing of the new world as she had been, and threw off the shackles of the old world, they would soon feel distant from their old past. However, Elizabeth doubted such an event would occur rapidly, as even her own classmates were as far along. Elizabeth was special in this.

Thomas was, as usual, greeting the new students. She would probably say her greetings to them, and wish them the best of luck. It was all that she could do for them. They would excel or fail on the basis of their own virtue and initiative. She could only hope that she would meet the good ones, and perhaps befriend them, for then maybe she might discover someone to distract herself from the drudge of daily academic life.