[center][h2][color=#c9a0dc]Ankaa Liu[/color][/h2][/center][right][sub][color=gray]Interactions:[/color] [@samakama], [@ERode][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
[color=#c9a0dc]“Hello, Misaiya,”[/color] she greeted the enrobed male politely. [color=#c9a0dc]“As Kress mentioned, I’m Ankaa Liu,”[/color] she once again introduced herself. She issued a contemplative [color=#c9a0dc]“Hmm?”[/color] when Alstein assured Misaiya that he would be fine.

[color=#c9a0dc]“An attendance list?”[/color] Ankaa questioned, glancing down in thought as she briefly put a half-curled hand to her chin. [color=#c9a0dc]“Huh, you’re right, I don’t think he had one,”[/color] she admitted, shaking off her confusion. [color=#c9a0dc]“Though I’m not certain professor Mavis used one last year, either,”[/color] she added with a blink, shrugging one shoulder. 

[color=#c9a0dc]“I honestly expected professor Nyx to just…memorize who was who,”[/color] she explained. [color=#c9a0dc]“Perhaps worrying is unnecessary, however. He was not [i]too[/i] put out at the other latecomers. And,”[/color] she said, voice picking up speed and conviction, [color=#c9a0dc]“he was tardy himself.”[/color] Ankaa nodded once, as if that settled the matter, a self-pleased smile gracing her lips.

What she kept to herself was that she’d found their teacher entertaining when he was put on the spot and flustered. That, and the only time he’d used magic so far was when he’d been annoyed by being mistaken for a student, and the martial artist was definitely in favour of seeing [i]more[/i].

At Kress’ proclamation, Liu turned to stare at him, bewildered. [color=#c9a0dc]“What line?”[/color] she asked, tone heavy with incredulity. [color=#c9a0dc]“This here is just a very chaotic mob,”[/color] the girl proclaimed. [color=#c9a0dc]“I would usually commend you for your patience, but when [i]no-one else[/i],”[/color] her hand made a pointed sweeping motion at the crowd, which practically embodied the definition of disorderly, [color=#c9a0dc]“appreciates it, I am afraid it is very much pointless. I learned that lesson my first year,”[/color] she confessed wryly. 

[color=#c9a0dc]“I will join,”[/color] she confirmed. [color=#c9a0dc]“As we seem to agree that we would like to see the experts at their work, may I suggest adopting the local custom and squeezing our way through?”[/color] Ankaa proposed, one arm spreading wide in the painters’ direction, the other turned towards her classmates, beckoning them with a come-hither motion. Her eyebrows were raised expectantly, but instead of progressing forwards as she’d advised and presuming they would follow, she waited for the boys’ opinion on the matter. Certainly, if they knew of a politer yet equally efficient way to go about this, she’d be willing to listen.