These welcome back speeches are pleasant, but such a pain in my ass, Cho mentally scowled to nobody in particular. The beginning of the school year was a busy time for her, though. Not the headmistress, that is. Well, her too, but Cho also kept herself busy once a new year started. There was a whole year of new students who she had to make herself known to, be it by artistic reputation (which wasn't necessarily a good reputation) or by personally going up to them and saying hello. Her fashion sense made her the kind some don't easily forget, what with all the gold on her face. A little secret was that the gold - in all its pieces on her body - was all fake, but Cho never made a point of making others wonder if it was real or not. All she cared was that people knew her and she could keep working on her art. And as she headed up toward her dorm - number 203 - she was almost certain her new roomie would be somebody she didn't know. Just a hunch.
And her hunch was proven right as she swung open the door to her new room and exclaimed "Cho has arrived!" In this room was somebody she'd never seen before, with a sketchpad. A fellow artist? How exciting! Already Cho was liking her new roomie...unless they liked drawing fluffy pink unicorns or something overly girly like that. It would be weird if on one side of the room the art had fluffy pink unicorns, and the other had assorted twisted monstrosities that were destroying people in countless different ways. Too weird. To confirm or deny early on that her roommate wasn't a unicorn artist, Cho put out a simple question as she brought her bags into the room. "So, what's that you're drawing, roomie?"