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'Really? Is any of this neccessary?' Thes thinks harshly, attempting in utmost desperation to block out the well rehearsed, droning deapan of the Headmistress. She amuses herself by biting her fingernails before growing them back instantaniously, repeating the never-ending cycle, however poor entertainment it may be. She longs for the speech to be over, to be allowed to see what incompetent infidelians she'd be stuck with this time, what undermining individuals she would have to prove herself to. They'd better learn soon that she wouldn't deal with the babying, or they'd be getting into a lot of trouble this year. And not with her either. Thes had never really carried out that threatening thought; it was more of a self-reassuranced sort of thing. But who knew? Perhaps she'd go through with it one day. As a few students begin to stand, Amethyst is alerted to the fact that it is now permissable, and perhaps expected, to leave. Letting out a sigh of relief, she stands, pushing her dark sports glasses back into place, masking her eyes thouroughly. She strides to her Rank's table, her long braid bouncing down her back. Trying to blend in, she mutters her name under her breath, takes the packet, and strides away quickly, not caring much to linger. Well, on the bright side, her uniform still fits perfectly. Attaching the pin to her sleeve, she glances at the profiles of her teammates, chewing on the inside of her lip, mainly interested in their powers. You got all sorts here, the variations were incredible. Hoisting her backpack farther up her shoulders, she strolls out of the building and to her dorm building. Amethyst opened the door, alerted to the presence of at least one other teammate by a rattling of drawers. Pulling out a pack of speartmint bubble gum, Thes slips the piece into her mouth. She examines the two silent rooms, finally settling on the less ragged one, although both were in decent shape as far as she could tell. Thes slips inside quietly, not wanting to talk to anyone else just yet. There would be time for that later. Instead she unpacks carelessly, only taking care to position her books and notebooks on the shelves with perfect percision, as they were and are her pride and joy. She tapes up a few of her better drawings on the bland walls before collapsing on the bed, exhaling completely.