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[andromeda;;]

Ariadne was mostly silent, astounded by the scene that had just taken place. What could have possibly happened to both of those girls? It seemed to her that there was a lot more going on that what she could see.

Pushing it from her mind, Ariande glanced at her schedule. First class would start in ten minutes. Silent, the girl got up and threw away what little trash she had, shouldered her canvas bag, then started towards her first class, Poetry.

[Bahamut's Regent]

"Okay kids, time for classes" Dimitri calmly reminded them, he smiled before heading to his first class.

[andromeda;;]

Quickly, Ariadne slipped into her poetry class, and took out a notebook and a pencil. Ariadne hoped that this was a strictly writing class -- not analysis like the so-called "poetry" classes in Kentucky. She had enjoyed them, but she was a writer, not a bystander.

Meanwhile, Tyr got up from the table to go to his class. These third formers were odd... jumping up crying and leaving the cafeteria. If things continued going this way, he thought, maybe it'd be better off to keep away from the newbies.

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Elizabeth soon let out a small sigh as she made her way to class. She shook her head and lightly slapped her cheeks a bit as she soon walked into the class, sitting in the back and hoping no one would pick on her or anything like that.