Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-26414442-20130708222748

As the Headmaster walked over, silence settled over the students like dewdrops on grass. They stood nervous, vaguely excited, and apprehensive on life to come.

A blonde girl stood in the crowd, fiddling with the cuffs of her sleeves, a bored expression on her face, wondering when they were going to enter the Charmitorium.

Airmid Crates, the surrogate daughter of Death, a female voiced over the music. Destined to be a world famous physician.

She panned over to another girl in a crowd, one which huddled in a red hood and looked at the ground. She added nothing about this girl, but kept her focus on her.