Another spring had finally come to grace the small nation of Sabrie with warmth and light, after the dark times of winter. The breeze blowing up from the sea carried a soft smell to the mountains near Sabrie's capital, all the way up to the gates of the prestigious Saint Hirst Academy just as its many students arrived at the train station that serviced the Academy.

The opening ceremony, which traditionally happened during the breakfast, was scheduled to begin at 07:00 am, which gave the girls roughly half an hour to rest, meet old acquaintances and friends, and possibly, meet new ones. Luggage wasn't a problem, the Academy's staff was already working on shipping any non-hand carried items to each of the girl's assigned rooms.Seyrun didn't have any particular haste to get out of the train, preferring to finish her tea before returning the cup to the stewardess. "Thank you. That was the best tea I had in a week," she said with a charming smile gracing her lips.

As soon as the younger girl, who couldn't be older than fifteen began to leave the carriage, Seyrun reached over her seat, retrieved her hand luggage —a small case as well as a rapier emblazoned with Seyrun's personal coat of arms— and left the train once the passage was less crowded by the hasty students.

"The sun in a Mediterranean nation is certainly hard to get used to, after spending the Winter in the North," Seyrun said to herself, as she took a look of the Sabrisian skies while protecting her eyes with a hand. The moment of reflection didn't last for long as Seyrun quickly stepped out of the way of the other girls who were still aboard the train before offering herself to guide a group of newcomers on their way to the Academy's dining hall.

I always did dislike the southern weather.

The hot, tepid Mediterranean winds congealing with those in the Alps could be unbearable in the summer. It almost made her regret making no complaint to her father about returning to Saint Hirst’s – but there was still knowledge to be gained and political observations to make. Espenova was neither the pinnacle of society or the center of western politics, after all. The fact that in thirty minutes she would have to listen to another dreadful opening ceremony did displease her greatly, especially considering the fact it was a monotonous dredge that had no information of worth. Nadalena had no interest in the posturing of others, especially when the posturing was an unneeded superfluousness. Alas such things were necessary to keep up appearances and she had no intention to be disciplined for an absence just because she valued none of it; it was not difficult to simply smile and nod.

But she still had twenty or so minutes to sit outside and do whatever she wished until the ceremony started, a fact she was aware of as she kept the pendant watch on-hand as she did as she opened the pages of a book that she had intended on finishing; a book she had brought back from her winter stay in her home country of Espenova. The courtyard bench she sat on was solitary for the moment and the lack of incessant distractions proved it was the perfect time to get a few pages digested before she headed off for the opening ceremony.

Presuming nobody tried to engage with her, of course.

Maya Enilsdottir

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By herself, the blonde queen of ice and snow remained seated in silence while the other students rushed out of the train. A bag was resting in her lap, her arms wrapped around them while her eyes softly examined the students. For those that caught her chilling gaze, a mortified glimpse was given in turn, but Maya was not phased. She was all too familiar with this feeling of solitude. As if molded in the lands of Winter to be the epitomy of snow, beautiful, yet untouched. Unwanted. Such was her life, with all her old friends leaving her over time, and her time at this school has been, well, fruitless in friendship. She didn't mind that too much anymore, now her focus was purely on the knowledge and wisdom her teachers might bring.

As the trainhalls began emptying and the chatter of footsteps seemed to slow down and ease up, she finally took to her feet. Slowly and graciously she stepped out of the train, the 16 year old kept her rather neutral expression all-together. Her blue orbs gaced over, noting the large mass of students, or atleast the ones she could see given her modest height. She sighed softly. She hated crowds. Crowds are full of groups, all groups of friends. She did not hate friendship though, she was purely jealous. How come she was so distasteful to the other students? All she wants is to be apart of that crowd, chattering with friends while smiling. That, however, is not something for a daughter of a loanshark.

She looked away from the crowd as if seeking friendship in the solitary spaces of the fields instead, gently walking over to the closest tree while internally damning the concept of Spring and Summer. Kneeling down beneath it, utilizing her knees as rest for her upperbody while placing her bag down in front of her. Pulling out a clock from her sidepocket, she sighed again. "So long until the opening ceremony, huh."

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"Hnnnn-haaaah.."

Tilia took a deep breath on the fresh air of Sabrie as she stretched her body, pushing her ample bosom outwards. Unfortunately, her breasts weren't that big so she had to compensate by making the top of her uniform extra tight. She did the same with her skirt, making sure her butt would be noticeable.

What? She wasn't being shameless. She was merely utilizing her charms as best as she could. She enjoyed showing off her sex appeal to her pure school friends, mostly because of their reactions to her display. She didn't know that girls could be that innocent, blushing at a glimpse of panties or a brush with boobs. Boys, she could understand, but girls? They were on the same gender after all. They should see their own boobs and butt every day. Why the blush then?

Well, it's not like she herself was not excited when she had a chance to look at the more well-developed chests of her seniors, so she shouldn't be the one to criticize them for that.

As she stood there, in front of the station, thinking to herself, a strong wind suddenly blew, lifting up the many hems of the long skirts the students departing from the train wore, exposing their knees to the world. It was a shame that they had to wear long skirts, she thought to herself. If they had worn a short one, she would have had a glorious view of the panties they were wearing. The only way a student like her could show her panties would be to do this.

Subtly, she reached out to the back of her skirt and pulled down the zipper there.

Indeed, this was another hobby of hers, showing off her underwear "innocently", pretending she didn't know that her zipper was down. It amused her how her classmates would signal her that her underwear was showing, and how they would panic even more when she pretended to not catch their message.

And now, she would start her first day this year with this little prank. She quickly joined the crowds heading to the academy. Already, she could tell that some eyes were staring at her red-striped panties.

This would be a great year indeed.

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Riley was engrossed in a mechanical textbook, she didn't have many friends at school and so had spent the whole train ride reading. She was so engrossed in her book she didn't realize they had arrived until someone told her. She mumbled her thanks as she got off the train. She waded through the troves of students chattering about their holidays, she didn't expect anyone to ask her about her holiday. She'd spent it as she always had, watching her sisters and helping her mother and grandparents around the house. She had made a few automatons but nothing too impressive, mostly stuff to entertain her siblings.

Riley smoothed her skirt uncomfortably, she hated the thing but it was the required uniform at Saint Hirst's. It was also unseemly for a woman to wear anything else so she settled for it instead of the pair of her grandfather's trousers she wore in the privacy of her home. She headed to the dining hall, hoping there would be something to eat or drink before the ceremony. She would just read until the ceremony.

Another school year was quickly approaching the quaint academy that was Saint Hirst. That meant the staff were abuzz with scrambling about, getting things prepped and prepared, filing the appropriate number of classes in schedule, and of course, scolding any student that wanted to be promiscuous on their first day attending or returning. It was all well and good though because a quick chat with the main organizer meant things had maintained a semi-sense of order.

Said organizer stood in the dining hall even now, leaning against one of the back walls. Known only as the Boss, it was to no one’s surprise that she would be able to get people back on their duties and on track. Now, she could only pray that events proceeded smoothly on the first day of attendance; the opening ceremony would decide how the rest of the day would be worked through.

Still, it was all unneeded stress in the end, both for her and the other staff members. As she rested in her position, she eagerly wished for a smoke right about now. But school rules and regulations applied to everyone, even her; that, and she wasn’t going to be the idiot who accidentally burned the dining hall down. So with a stifled sigh, she opted to passing the time by observing the girls instead, playing a mental game of picking out the newbies and the returners.

While it may have appeared that her eyes were closed and she was resting, her gaze shifted beneath slit eyes. She had to wonder who was going to be participating in her class, although she had a good idea given the few interesting examples she had spotted out. Well now, this was going to be an interesting school year now wasn’t it. Also, where the hell was Hildr?

Sarah lightly yawned into her palm as she sat on the train heading for Saint Hirst Academy. The break had been far too short; she always adored spending time with her fun loving father. But she knew this was exactly where she needed to be to attain her goals. She blinked lazily as she looked around the filled train trying to spot anyone familiar. Though from where she sat most of her view of blocked by small groups of friends giggling among themselves.

Before she knew it the train faintly screeched to a halt. After just a moment the door opened and Sarah pushed herself to her feet; grabbing her bags off the ground with a faint grunt, the poor straps straining under the weight of her books. With a small heave she anchored the strap over her shoulder and off she went; swept up in the crowd filing slowly off the train. As the stream of people began to break apart back into their group of friends she carried forward alone. She was too tired to try and find anyone she knew though she forced the simple yet alluring smile on her naturally faint pink lips.

Getting to the ceremony hall she pushed herself through the double doors and found it nearly vacant. She went to one of the back rows and found herself a seat in a dark corner; wanting to give her eyes a bit of rest before the ceremonies began. She yawned again as she stuffed her bag under her seat before adjusting herself comfortably. She crossed her right leg over her left under her skirt before leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Absent mindedly she scratched her nails in small circles on the arm of the chair; her best effort to now tap annoyingly.

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Tilia walked merrily to the ceremony hall, still with her panties in view. Just as she had expected, the girls behind her were pointing and whispering to each other with blushes on their face. It seemed they were really enjoying the view, she thought, giggling internally. She wondered which one of them would be brave enough to come to her and tell her that her fly was open.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, no one was brave enough to do so, thus Tilia arrived at the ceremony hall still with her fly open.

The hall was still pretty empty, so she had the freedom to choose wherever she wanted to be seated. Quickly, she scanned for the populated seats. There. There's a group of around six or so girls on the back and one girl on the front. Perfect.

"Hello! Nice to meet you! I'm Tilia! Tilia Fitzregald!" she said cheerfully to the girl on the front after she took the seat beside her.

"A-ah, n-nice to meet you too, Senpai..." the girl responded bashfully. Oh, so cute! This was another reason why she loved juniors so much!

Of course, meanwhile, the girls behind her could see the gaping maw that was the fly of her skirt. She wondered who would be the first to tell her about it.

"Um... senpai..."

There it is! Here it comes!

"Y-your skirt... t-the fly... is open..."

Here where Phase 2 began. She would pretend to be all surprised and ashamed like a normal girl.

"A-ah!" Tilia looked down towards the back of the skirt. Her cheeks burned red at the sight. Quickly, she rose up and fixed it, pulling the fly upwards.

"O-oh no, this is so embarrassing... I can't believe I didn't notice that..."

"I-it's okay, Senpai. We all make mistakes after all..."

"Y-yeah. A-and your panties are quite cute so don't worry about them showing!"

Just as she had expected! Juniors were always so kind and respectful to their seniors! Oh how she wanted to just hug them all!

After sitting with them for a while, she then thought it was time to start Phase 3 of her plan.

"Uuuhh... sorry girls, gotta go water the plants!" she suddenly said while pretending to be squirming on her seat, crossing her legs before rising back up once again.

"A-ah, s-sure, go on right ahead, Senpai!"

She made a display of hurrying her walk out of the room. Of course, she didn't actually need to go to the bathroom. It was merely an excuse.

An excuse for what, you may ask? Why, for pulling down her fly once more of course! She would pretend that once again, like the clumsy senpai she was, she had forgotten to close her fly after she did her business. Once was awkward enough, but twice? She couldn't wait to see their reaction.

And sure enough, their reaction was awkwardly cute as their eyes widened when she sat back on her seat, her red striped panties showing once more.

"Aah, that was close! Almost piddled a little there! Do you girls ever--hmm, what's the matter?" she asked their befuddled faces.

"N-nothing, nothing at all!" one of them responded, her face as red as a tomato.

In the end, they didn't tell her about her "blunder" the second time. Instead, they signalled the girl sitting right behind her to secretly close the open fly without her knowing. It was simply so terribly adorable. Of course, she wouldn't let her do that easily. So she made sure whenever her hand got close, she would shift her butt a little to make her hesitate.

Oh, this is too fun! I wonder if I can keep this up all through the opening ceremony. That would be much more fun than listening to the principal droning on and on about things we already all know about.

Maya Enilsdottir
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Sigh. First day of school was always a nuisance to Maya. Sitting by herself while her beautifully blonde hair slowly waved in the wind while the other students hooked up and mingled lightly between themselves. Talking about their vacations, their time missing one another, all of it. Maya resented this solitude, but whenever she tried to mingle, she seemed to scare everyone away instead. Why, she could not know, because she took good care of personal hygiene, her dialect did not show while talking, and she knew she was quite a beautiful specimen given her many blushful glances. If only one of those people would approach her without running away, tail between legs, perhaps she finally could make a friend? Or perhaps she should once again try to mingle and see if someone where willing to actually stay.

Raising up with her fist clenched, a determined expression to her face, she decided that once again she should talk. And the queen of ice began walking from the safety of the tree's shadows, her every step moving towards the crowd. And, just like last year, she seemed to cut a way through the crowd while the younger juniors made way for her to walk. So they're still afraid, huh. And abruptly she stopped, gently tapping the shoulder of one while watching her jump in fear at her stance.

"A-ah, y-yes, Senpai?" She said with a trembling voice. As if just the touch alone sent a wave of ice and snow through her spine, chilling her body to negative levels. Oh, shoot, Maya actually had not thought of what to say. "Ah, I was merely wishing to give you and your friends a welcome and good luck to the upcoming year." She replied with a stern face, no smile while her tundra-like eyes peered back onto the young girl. What was that? Is Maya suddenly a teacher now? That was far too formal.

"O-oh, t-thanks. Y-you too..." She replied with her voice quivering as if she was about to cry. Maya coughed lightly and nodded while forcing out a smile, then she took her leave towards the hall.

Entering through the doors, she lazily looked about the grandeuse architechture she had grown familiar to over the years, prying her eyes as if looking for some recognized faces. Well, she saw two only, one of the teachers she'd heard stories about and the strange redhead that always loitered with the juniors and seniors around these days. She lightly shook her head, that girl was infamous for her desire to tease others, and Maya made a mental note to avoid her. Just like last year.

Instead she began walking down to find a vacant seat, hopefully with seats vacant around it too, so that she could enjoy some peace of mind. Since that was clearly all she could hope to attain anyways. And luckily, she entered early so that was indeed the case, down by the 4th row she found what she wanted.

The two liveliest times of an academics year; The beginning and end of the students attendance at the academy. A steady thrum of excitement, nervousness, and awe standing head and shoulders over the doldrums that may rule over the frostier girls and ladies in attendance. Everything that occurred from hence forth was endeavoring to recreate the energy felt now until they all eagerly stormed back onto the trains and departed for home many months down the line, so Hildr Reinhardt was going to enjoy the good vibrations while they lasted.

Rubbing at wrists sore from spending a good chunk of the night and morning dedicated to papers which could have been handled weeks ago, the teacher slipped into the hall without fanfare amidst the crowd, pausing occasionally to smile and wave at favored students of prior years.

"Oh dear, she's at it already?" Hildr said to herself with a wistful smile as she came upon a table favored by a notorious prankster whose antics were the stuff of nightmare for the faculty to smooth over. Well, a nightmare for most others. Hildr thought Tilia's perversion was just the thing to cheer up a chill Winter's day.

"Oh Ms. Fitzregald, you seem to have forgotten something." She announced herself from behind the exhibitionist in one breath and in the next caught her zipper between her nails and drew it closed brusquely, making no effort to avoid brushing against her in the process. Her hands rose and clapped against her shoulders, taking in the mixture of surprise and relief from the students who'd been agonizing over Tilia's state of undress till now. "Don't worry I fixed it for you, just like I'd expect any of your classmates to do the same in the future. We ladies have to look after one another."

"Y-yes Ma'am." Came the stuttering reply of those who had mustered their voices.

"Good. With an attitude like that I'm sure we'll have a great class this year. Have fun with your orientations~" Her voice turned sing-song as Hildr trotted off, giving it thirty minutes tops before Fitzregald found an excuse to lower her fly once again. It brought a chuckle to her lips as she took to the faculty's appointed spot and spat beside the only other who favored the finely tailored Columbian suits.

"Well, no one's set the curtain's on fire yet. Glad to see we don't have anymore cross dressing arsonists trying to sneak in again."

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"Kyaaa!" Filia practically jumped out of her seat when Hildr pulled her fly upwards since she could feel her hand touching her butt. Somehow, this teacher was so good at sneaking on top of her students.

"Y-yes, t-thank you, Miss. O-oh how could I have been so careless, leaving my fly open not once, but twice in a row?" Filia quickly responded, faking a sad and embarrassed tone. She had been totally caught off-guard by her.

Well, so much for that... Tilia thought to herself. She had planned to sit there with her fly open for the entire ceremony but now, with the pesky teacher catching her red-handed, her fly was now closed again, and she couldn't think up a good way to open them again without exposing herself as a naughty little exhibitionist.

However, when Hildr left, Filia quickly perked up as she noticed that the teacher herself had made the same blunder on her skirt as well. Indeed, her black pencil skirt's fly was down as well, showing to her and the other students that she wore orange today.

"Oh my, Miss Reinhardt..." she said to herself with a smirk. She looked at the faces of the girls near her and saw that they were surprised as well. And once again, nobody was brave enough to leap from their seat and told the poor teacher about her wardrobe malfunction. Well, Filia certainly wouldn't do it either.

She now actually felt a little jealous, since with Hildr walking to the front to join the other teachers, that meant she got to show practically the entire room her cute orange panties.

She would now keep a close eye on her. Let's see how long she would last before either she or someone else fixed that little problem. She would love to see her reaction, her blush and embarrassment.

@Lonewolf685

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The train ride from the Empire to Saint Hirst was a slow ride. So slow that when the train finally arrived it woke Sina from her slumber. She always took a nap on long rides like this to pass the time. It was not as if her duties were on the trains, after all. Still, with how some of the other girls behaved she wished it was the case. This did not mean that Saint Hirst was filled with troublemakers, far from it, but there was always the girl who tried to bully her way with influence or the perverted ones that were either exhibitionists or caused wardrobe troubles with other girls. The last was always fun to deal with, though dealing with the first type was deemed more important to the academy. Either way, Sina wrote them up to let the teachers handle the judgement or let them off with a warning.

When the train arrived at at Saint Hirst, Sina did not have much in the way of luggage. Her family was poorer than most, having spent a lot of their hard-earned cash to finance her trip to Saint Hirst. While her luggage was not in a large amount unlike some of the other students, it would not exactly give away her poorer condition either. After all, the academy emphasized equality above all else, aside from education of course.

Looks like it is very lively around here. Sina thought to herself as she observed the activity around her. Friends were talking among themselves, groups of new students were exploring, staff were taking care of the luggage and there was even the occasional teacher wandering about. Unfortunately while Sina did want to mingle she also had her own duties. Once again, the disciplinary committee would meet, help monitor the events right before the opening ceremony and ensure the new students knew the basic rules such as the dress code, as she already saw a few of them breaking such rules. She went to prepare for the activities in question, feeling slightly more lenient today given that this was the first day.

"Spring and summer. The best seasons for aesthetics by far!" Warm days were the best. It's the one type of weather that you can get away with wearing less than intended! Also by noon almost everyone looked like they had just woken up from a wild night before which can only be described as... inspiring. All the more so due to the mono-gender of the student population. Following her own beliefs for spring to sprung, Blake's shirt had far less buttons than intended done up and her skirt was worn noticeably shorter than general population.

Licking her lips as she entered the hall, Blake couldn't help but let out a little cackle as she saw Ms Reinhardt fix the pervy prankster Tillia's uniform before swaggering the teacher all but swaggered off and putting on a show that would put Tillia's to shame. Blake loved this school. Taking out her sketch book, Blake roughly drew up a passable likeness of Tillia posed far more provocatively than the girl had been with Ms Reinhardt tidying her up. Tearing the page out, Blake folded the picture in half twice and wandered up behind Tillia.

"So lucky, Ms Reinhardt treating you so well on the first day~" reaching around Tillia from behind, Blake attempted to push the folded caricature down Tillia's shirt.

"Such a tight fit... it would be awful if a button burst~" pausing to imagine it briefly Blake giggled at the image of the button flying through the air and into a drink... and shoved the piece of paper in a vain hope to make dreams reality

"Well, enjoy my gift to you. Be sure to peruse it on those cold lonely nights! I'm off to find my loooovely muse~" blowing a kiss as she walked backwards, Blake turned around scanned the room and searching for her blonde bombshell, her femme fatale, her muse.

@Hammerman

"It was my honor," Seyrun said as she parted ways with the group of first-years, after helping them find their way to the dining hall. The Nordic girl bowed politely to her guests. However, before she could get inside and find a place for herself, she turned around and took another look at the other students.

Seyrun's eyes scanned the crowd in search of some company that she was more acquainted with. They halted as soon as their owner spotted a girl sat alone while reading a book. Nadalena's doll like features were well known to Seyrun, after all both of them came from nations with a long history of both cooperation and rivalry with one another. It was no wonder that Seyrun sought to become friends with the Espenovan noble, no matter how hard she was to approach, Nadalena still was one of the few students at St. Hirst that could understand Seyrun's struggle, even if passingly.

A few moments later, the sound of light, calculated steps and the rustling of their uniform's fabric would be the first indicators of Seyrun's approach. At least until the Nordlander girl greeted Nadalena, saying, "It's a pleasure meeting you again, Lady Nadalena. I hope you are having a good day."

"Would it bother you if I sat over here while we wait for the ceremony to begin?" Seyrun asked, after taking a look at the Academy's clock tower and noticing that they still had almost a quarter of an hour of free time.

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“Your fly is down,” were the first words Boss gave to the other teacher, not going to bother recuperating her greeting when dignity and appearance were at stake. As soon as Hildr got that taken care of, no doubt ruining Tilia’s day further, Boss replied with, “Don’t get your hopes up too soon. These types of things usually have a wrench thrown in them somewhere. And I already see you know who making a fuss.”

Who Boss referred to was the happily bouncy girl that waltzed right up to Tilia to do…something. She already knew Blake was going to be a troublemaker like she was every other school year and made a mental note to keep an eye on that one. Still, there was nothing she could do about it now, not when the ceremony was about to begin the grand inductions.

Assuming everyone was done with their conversations and introductions-and even if they weren’t, the show must go on-the candlelight would dimmer down and center on the focal point that was the stage. Boss craned her neck to look in that direction, expecting the Student President herself walk up to give the usual speech about becoming fine young ladies of society and establishment.

And while all of that was routine for her, she still would have preferred that small normalcy as opposed to the individual she least expected to walk onto that stage. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” Hildr would hear from the other woman mutter under her breath. One glance at the speaker was all she needed to affirm what had Boss so riled up and the blonde woman had to keep the urge from sighing in the middle of all this silence. That wasn’t the Student President; but she was wearing her uniquely-styled uniform.

“Whoah, whoah, what a big turn out this turned out to be, oh ho! Hi, hi everyone, and welcome to our quaint little Saint Hirst Academy, oh yeah!” said the girl, bowing excessively to those watching. While the savvier students might be wondering if the Student President had rotated positions, newer girls would have no idea of the falsity taking place.

“We at Saint Hirst extend our warm greetings to you all and-” The usual speech was carried out flawlessly but Boss found her body unable to relax. Surely something had to go wrong; it couldn’t have been this simple- “Oh ho, and to conclude, you’ll each be finding your directions to class located in your dorm rooms. And you’ll find those directions to the two lovely ladies dressed in suits to my right. Don’t be too shy to push and shove; they’re trained professionals, oh ho!”

There it was.

"Would it bother you if I sat over here while we wait for the ceremony to begin?" Seyrun asked, after taking a look at the Academy's clock tower and noticing that they still had almost a quarter of an hour of free time.

What a surprise.

Had Nadalena worn her feelings on her sleeves like other students she would’ve groaned in agitation; but she was taught better than that and knew full well such uncouth behavior was inappropriate even if it was how she truly felt. The approach from Seyrun may have been unwanted for the Espenovan girl but it was also very predictable. Looking up from her book, Nadalena softened her lips into a friendly smile to give the illusion of amicability before replying in turn -- though she did notice she referred to her by informal honorifics instead of formal ones, as if this was the latter she would have referred to her as Lady Kofenstein and not Lady Nadalena.

“Not at all, Lady Seyrun.”

After the appropriate amount of time has passed it did not take long for Nadalena to move from the courtyard to the ceremony hall, her timing was accurate as it always was.

I miss Espenova.

Fatigue born of nostalgia is what one of the instructors had called it. Though Nadalena disagreed. To the espenovan girl it was more like the people around her in the academy were the ones that gave her fatigue; their incessant actions and bothersome personalities were like unavoidable daggers and the anxiety she bore because of such was especially unpleasant. She supposed this was her father’s lesson? That mingling outside of one’s culture was a fool’s folly and while it was important to be able to tolerate them it was more important to be able to ignore them; and by the goddess, that was the challenge for her as she had such a difficult time doing it. So here she was, attempting to tolerate another year and being witness to another dull opening ceremony. Regardless of that fact it mattered very little in the long term, so with a disinterested expression on her face she stood onward listening to the prattling of a individual who thought they were more important than they actually were. But she supposed that was common of men and women who held little significance, especially in the south.

As she stood up from her seat something in the recess of her mind began to bother her -- the opening ceremony this year felt different, though she couldn’t quite place why. Perhaps it was a idle curiosity, but one she could ignore just the same despite her thoughts traveling to wonderment of why the atmosphere was different for a mere moment. She just wanted to get on with the opening day, get to her room, inspect her class assignments, and do as she did in the previous year. As she walked forward following the end of the ceremony she remember to ready her curtsies and manners.

Let’s just get this done and over with.

Sarah sat quietly off in a dark corner of the ceremony hall as she awaited it to commence. It wasn't too before students began to file in, still chatting away; murmurs turning to a dull roar of distantly mumbled speech. Sarah simply yawned in her hand before blinking her tired eyes in a feeble attempt to wake up more. Finally the lights in the stands began to dim and draw to a focus on the stage. She pushed herself up in her seat, trying to seem more lady-like. As the commencement began she idly tapped her right foot in the air, the leg layered casually over her left knee.

As the proceedings came to an end and she stood with a stretch - raising the front of her blouse to expose a small part of her tummy and waistline, which she quickly pulled back down after her stretch - she couldn't put her finger on what felt odd about it all. Maybe she had finally just realized after three years how the Ceremonies hall environment felt? Or perhaps just that it was a different speaker than usual? She quickly dismissed it all though, filing out of her row and making her way slowly down to The Boss.

After a bit of waiting behind other girls clambering for the front she made it to The Boss. She smiled sweetly up at the refined woman.

"Hello again, Ms Boss. May I ask which room I am in this year?" She spoke in sweet melody, a beautiful rhythm of tones from her powder pink lips.

"Huh? So it is..." The teacher remarked glibly, fixing her attire without much thought. Unlike others, it was the result of an honest mistake, and it wasn't like she'd expect Boss to complain about getting a peek.

Besides, there were more pressing matters to focus upon, such as the absence of the proper speech giver and the presence of the one in her place. A glance to her cohort spoke a litany on Boss' interpretation of events and they both shared a tense air of apprehension as the speech unfolded with...surprisingly little deviation from appropriate rhetoric. "She can't be getting soft one us-"



And the dropped with all the thunderous upheaval of a hall stuffed full of young maidens now clambering for the attention of two very displeased woman who found lines longer then the hall they were confined to already forming.

It was into this confusion a hurried young woman entered, short of breath and with a hand clutched to her breast to placate the exertion's of an unladylike dash from train station to academy hall. Her gave swept across the shifting assembly like a saber slashing the air, seeking not faces but a familiar mop of hair a similar shade of gold as her own.

"Dana." She hissed beneath her steadily recovering breath and marched forward, with students parting before her like a sea, though whether it was from the air the malevolent vindication hanging about her or the more senior students recognized their actual Student President was indiscernible to her at the present. In a feet of surprising agility for one encumbered by such a modesty preserving dressing she bounded onto the stage and stood a full head over the impostor, glowering with such vehemence that even Boss would have been impressed. "Would you care to explain why I awoke to find you, my uniform, and assorted luggage were absent from the private cart and how said cart was then locked from the outside? I'm positively dying to hear your answer, and on top of that you can explain why the entire Hall has risen as opposed as the table by table method I'd repeatedly spoken of at great length?!"

Her voice was clipped and carried such a barely restrained timber of wrath it was astonishing she could hold herself in such a non-threatening posture, hands softly folded before her and face schooled towards the stern rather then inflamed. Though that mattered little when she was certain both the suited teachers and those before her could hear the two on stage well enough.

A siren's song upon the wind graced Blake's ears and a wicked grin split her face. Her muse had arrived. And like the siren of myth, she was leading the innocents to crash upon the pragmatist of Boss. Likely hoping to cause the woman to have an outburst. Still her muse had been located and honestly, Blake knew exactly whose room she would be in. Feeling the student body parting like the red sea, Blake slipped in behind the real Student President and followed in her wake. The Student President's rage almost scorched the air around her as Blake stuck her tongue out at Dana, trying to restrain her laughter.

"C'mon Prez! Surely you can see Dana was only trying to help! You were, by your own words, indisposed, and we couldn't have everyone just be waiting here all day. That would be rude! So Dana had to improvise and in the heat of the moment... well the details slipped her mind~. All I can say is well done to my lovely muse~" giggling like... well... a school girl Blake flitted up to Dana, Blake attempted to hug the slightly shorter girl from behind, wanting to wrap her arms around her.

"A girl this cute couldn't have even imagined that her words would have such an effect! After all, not everyone here's a first year. Surely the seniors all know your face, Prez, and as cute as you are you and Dana can't really pass for each other. So that is a very good question. Why would everyone rise and swarm the poor faculty at her words?" biting her lip, Blake's gaze traveled up and down Dana, drinking in every last detail, as Blake filed away the image of Dana in the Student President's uniform in her mind for a masterpiece later.

"How on earth did you manage to squeeze into that, Dana~?"

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"Hmph, boring!" was Tilia's reaction when she saw Hildr just closing her fly nonchalantly. She had expected for her to at least blush or something but not even that. What a big, giant disappointment.

As she was looking at the teacher, she didn't realize that Blake had sneaked up on her. Thus, she gave a surprised yelp when the girl pushed down her paper down her uniform.

"W-what?"

She quickly turned around to see a familiar person. Oh, it's her. It was Blake Eights, another perverted girl like her. But unlike her, the girl was even more shameless. Look at how she unbuttoned her shirt like that, tantalizing anyone talking with her with a glimpse of her cleavage. She tried to pull off the same look but soon realized that you need quite the sizable... asset to pull it off.

Tilia hated to admit it, but she was jealous of her body. She doubted she would become that well-endowed in just a year.

"A-ah, it's you, Senpai!" Tilia replied cheerfully. "Whew, please don't sneak up on me like that!"

When Blake told her to peruse the paper she had given to her, she quickly pulled the thing out of her shirt. Not an easy feat, thanks to her tighter than usual uniform. When she did, she quickly opened it, only to discover a lewd drawing of her and Ms. Hildr.

"O-oh my..." she said to herself, her face reddening. Quickly, she closed it and stored it inside her pocket.

Even to the shameless girl, there was still some things that crossed the line. And that line was crossed with that drawing.

Really, that senpai was her one weakness. She wanted to tease innocent girls, not to be teased by a more lewd girl than herself. When she first met Blake, she tried cupping a feel of her breasts but the girl caught her in the act. And she pretty much told her that she knew she was a pervert before teasing her back. She felt terribly embarrassed and out of her element, and she ended up being one of those blushing girls she loved to tease.

The matter of her fly forgotten, she returned back to her seat and watched as the proceedings unfolded. To her surprise, it wasn't the student president who spoke. What happened to her? Was there a change of position that she didn't know about? Her speech seemed to be pretty normal though. That is, before she ended it with pretty much telling the entire school to swarm The Boss and Hildr.

Tilia quickly joined in on the crowd. With how everyone was pushing against each other, her perverted mind quickly activated. She used this opportunity to cope a feel of the various ample bottoms in front of her. She even brought the flies of their skirts down, revealing to her the various colors of the panties they wore. After all of this commotion was over, it would be interesting to see how they reacted to their little wardrobe malfunction. Of course, she used this opportunity to lower her own fly as well.

She was soon interrupted however by the arrival of a young woman. She knew very well that this was the Student President. And seeing how she was out of her breath, she probably came late and that was why she was replaced by another student. Her theory was soon torn apart however when she accused the new student president of taking her spot intentionally. She could tell how angry she was.

And then, Blake appeared, making an already bad situation even worse. Even she wouldn't have dared to do such a thing. Messing around with the Student President was one of the no-go lists for her pranks.