The only noise coming from Kroma was the rustle of her bags and the constant huffing and puffing of her small frame. She knew she'd brought way too much luggage compared to any other student, but she didn't really care-- the students here were all some sort of strange. Compared to the voodoo workers and the mind readers that were rumored to be here, her talent was almost normal. Well, she couldn't say normal. Sighing, she pulled out her enrollment information and re-checked which room she was supposed to be in. This was it. She pushed open the door and threw her belongings-- all ten sketchbooks, three packs of pencils and pens, and her clothes and whatnot-- on the bed nearest the door.
Kroma glanced at the clock. She was really, /really/ late for class. She debated whether or not to even show up, but she feared that would give her a bad impression. Grabbing on sketchbook and one pen, Kroma stuffed it in her messenger bag and bounded out the door. Maybe if she ran fast enough, she'd be out of breath by the time she reached the classroom, and the teacher would actually believe she ran straight to class without stopping anywhere first. She was just in the middle of formulating a perfect excuse in her head when she crashed head-first into a figure coming around the corner of the hallway.
