[center][h2][i][color=a187be]Meruin Hazy[/color][/i][/h2][/center]

	Meruin was late. That much was a given, although you could hardly tell that she was from the look on her face. Meruin plodded through the large body of students drowsily. The small mage was up late the day before experimenting on herself and barely noticed the time. The direct result of this was sleeping in and waking up way past acceptable school hours.

	Speaking of which, Meruin looked around her. There were quite a few people moving around, no doubt scrambling towards their respective classes. The small mage recalled when she first came to this school, and sighed. That was a tiresome - not to mention unnecessarily painful - year. She had wizened up as she grew in power and maturity - at least she thinks so - but that doesn't change the fact that she had done a great deal of damage to her body because of reckless magical experimentation on it.

	She was [i]still[/i] modifying her body, mind you, but she was doing it properly this time.

	In any case, Meruin opened the door to the classroom, ignoring the chaos going on around her about a professor wick or whatnot. Why they had to be so loud over a piece of candle string boggled her, but she was too drowsy to care much. The only thing she could really focus on was getting to the class that eccentric school director had put in her head. Speaking of which, she would need to find a way to block him from her mind - if he could so easily send messages in, then it wouldn't be a stretch to think that he could pull thoughts [i]out[/i]. As much as she was grateful to him and his institution, she was not much fond of anything poking in her head asides her own thoughts.

	
	Meruin took a seat and promptly looked up to listen to the directors speech.

	[color=pink][b]". . . nd good hunting!"[/b][/color]

	Meruin woke up in time to find the whole class in disarray. There was an excited tension in the air, and the students were panicking or looking around at each other suspiciously. What did she just miss? It seems that whatever the director had said was the cause the commotion. Hm, perhaps she shouldn't have slept through the announcement . . .

	Well, whatever the case, she could always find out later. She had more pressing concerns.

	The small mage raised a hand. [color=a187be]"Excuse me,"[/color] her quiet voice was enhanced magically - rather, she did a Director and threw her thoughts outwardly, though it was more concentrated for the teachers - and despite its silent texture, every word rung clear, [color=a187be]"when does class begin?"[/color]