As she sat in the corner of the hallway, more and more people made their way to the same destination. The two boys who had arrived before her didn't seem to try and bother her. Probably too focused on meeting the Professor to try and talk to someone like her. No, the problems started to occur after more people began arriving. And they began arriving fast, almost one after the other.
The first to arrive was a girl who was undeniably pretty but the way she carried herself felt... off to Amelia. It felt too practiced and unnatural to her. It wasn't something Amelia was consciously aware of but it was just a feeling she got as she watched this girl walk over. She only greeted one of the guys, calling him 'Prince Valerian'. This name sounded familiar to Amelia but given her parents attempts to shelter her and her general disinterest in politics or the tabloids, she didn't know who this supposed Prince was. Was he royalty or was she just calling him that? Did they possibly know each other? Those thoughts didn't last long, as the older girl made her way over to where Amelia was sitting, making herself comfortable. Amelia just curled up more and tried to be less noticeable.
The second one to join was a more cheerful looking girl but she seemed to be looking around at everything and didn't interact with anyone, so Amelia was unable to glean much information on that one. The one who arrived after her though was definitely a lot more interesting. It was an orange-haired girl who looked to be a bit on the rougher side but still seemed pretty in her own way. She approached on the boy and spoke in an very odd fashion but Amelia found that with a bit of thought, she could put together what this girl was trying to say. They seemed like a nice person at the very least.
The next person to arrive was a large, muscular boy... maybe an adult? It was hard for her to tell, who arrived with their own Pokémon, an Abra, already with them. They looked a bit haggard, with their cloths being a bit of a mess, leading the child to think he might has slept in and rushed over here. He lounged across several chairs and unable to get a read on him, Amelia grew a bit more nervous. Thankfully the next person to arrive seemed to be among the calmer and less scary of the people here. It was another boy, this one slightly shorter than the last. The two exchanged greetings and the way the latter spoke helped the young medium relax. Looking at him more closely, he seemed to very a very calm and relaxed person, the kind that might be easy to get along with. She also thought he looked a bit cool.
The next one to come was a boy around her age. One could immediately feel the excitement coming off him and the boy simply sat down without talking to anyone. Maybe he was more focused on getting his first pokemon and thus felt no need to interact with anyone? She couldn't be sure and was happy to just let things be. Still, they were the first and only one that was close to her age. Once again though, she could tell he was taller than her. She had to wonder if she would be able to grow as tall as all these people one day.
The final one to arrive was another girl, this one dressed in a kind of business attire but still looked a bit cool in it. She had a blank expression on her face and alongside her was a Bunnery with a scar over one of it's eyes. She frowned at the sight of the scar but given how the small rabbit pokemon seemed to be happy with the girl, she guessed they had a good relationship and that the scar was the result of something that happened before they became partners. This girl took the time to examine everyone there, with Amelia instinctively trying to hide her face in her hoodie. she then kept her eyes firmly on the ground, biting her lip. As she stared at the ground, the Bunnery hopped into her view, giving her a cry and waving while smiling at her.
Amelia was a bit suprised the small pokemon had decided to come to her of all people. After all, everyone else here was much more interesting than she was. But nonetheless, she slowly uncurled herself before getting off her seat and sitting down in front of the brown rabbit.
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H-hello." She said in a small, nervous tone. She would reach out a hand to pet Sir Hopsalot before remembering their trainer was nearby and quickly withdrawing it, turning her attention to the purple-haired girl. The young child's cherry green eyes watched the older girl closely, trying to spot signs that she might have done something wrong."
S-s-sorry. Um... Is it... is it okay if... if I pet them? Please?"