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The black rolls Royce screeched to a stop, making dirt and twigs fly into the air. A man dressed in a dark navy suit swung open the driver's door and walked over to open the passenger door. The door swung open to reveal a girl of five feet five inches. Her long white hair is neatly combed for the day though her layered bangs sway in an awkward defiant manner. She blinked her brown eyes at the man expectantly. He closed the door behind her then walked to the trunk. She brushed a few specks off of her white dress. Lavinia's left hand reached up to her right and began to play with the lace of her right sleeve. She turned from the wooden scenery to look at what could have been an ancient manor but it was just her dorm room.

"What's this place called Roger?" Lavinia asked in her bittersweet soprano.

"Farfalle." Roger said and brought out her bags. He began to walk towards the school.

"Stop. I'm not a child anymore. Let me do this myself." Lavinia said though it sounded like a command. Roger simply nodded, letting go of her things. He looked at her once more before heading towards the driver's door.

"You'll do great misses." Roger said as he slid into the leather seat then slammed the door close. Lavinia walked carefully to her belongings because she was wearing six inch heels that were stained the color pink. The moment her hand lay on the handle of her suitcase, the Royce's engine roared to life then sped away, leaving a trail of dirt and twigs in it's wake. She gently grabbed her duffle bag in her free hand and began to make her way to the front door. She reached the mahogany door in mere seconds and gently let go of her suitcase to knock on the door. Her right hand returned to the handle of the suitcase.

She stares at the door for a moment, completely vexed as to why it hasn't opened yet. 'I don't want to stand here all day.' She lets go of her suitcase once again but this time she reached for the door handle. She flung open the door with no problem and walked into the first room. This room could have been a living room if it weren't differently furnished. Instead, it looked like a students common room with a pool table, a few couches, a t.v. and a few scattered chairs here and there.

"Hello? Where am I supposed to go?" Lavinia asked. She decided it best to wait inside the building rather then outside due to the fact she was standing in their entry way. She dragged her belongings over to a nearby chair and plopped down into it's welcoming cushions. Not that she had made a long or hard journey, she just wasn't a fan of waiting around for others. Found it tiring really. She slid her bag over with her right foot and bent down. She rummaged through it's contents for a minute before dragging out a copy of '1984 by George Orwell'. She flipped to chapter five and began to read, still waiting for the person who was to show her to her room.