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He walked in after her, letting the door swing slightly. Pink hair fell into his eyes, in slightly annoyance he blew the hair out of his face. He walked confidently to the front desk where a woman in her mid-thirties looked up from her computer, probably playing solitaire. "I'm a transfer student, Skylar Lazvel," he said in an emotionless tone before remembering that it would be polite to mention Anya "Oh, and she is also a transfer student...Anya....erm...What's your last name?" He asked his head tilted to the left. He didn't know much about her actually, huh. He doesn't know much about anyone he's ever met.