<font color='#000000'>OOC: Forgot to do this earlier, so I guess I'll just timestamp it before any of my other posts.... Quarter: Tessera Day: 3 Year: 81377 Kirsch stepped into the Front Foyer, head turning slowly, uncertainly, as he wondered what he was supposed to do. His dark blue mane flopped over into his eyes, and he blew out of the corner of his mouth in an attempt to free his vision. It didn't help. Feeling only slightly nervous, he sat down in the middle of the room, waiting for someone to tell him what to do.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart was - at approximately the moment Kirsch entered - visiting a class. To be specific, the Basic Ramathian class. The younger group of students hadn't even noticed when she slipped in the back, although she nodded towards the teacher, who gave a vague, quick nod, and returned to teaching. After all, it was hard to learn a language if you were full of nervous tension. It was the tail end of the class, however, so she only caught the final repeat of the lesson, and the teacher passing out homework. She was satisfied with what did occur, though, and jotted down a few final notes, before smiling and murmuring thanks to the teacher, and leaving. Today was one of those days... where she never had a moment of peace. Or, rather, so it was beginning. It was only the middle of the day, thus, perhaps things would end on a more serene note? Who knew, though, until the day was complete? Her eyes settled on the niotie, and a brief sigh escaped her lips. Walking over to her desk, she gestured with a finger for him to come to her, smiling in warm welcome. <font color=#330000>"Welcome to Janardan Academy, young sir. Can I help you?"</font> She inquired. </font>
<font color='#000000'>Strangely long, tufted ears swivelled forward at the sound of the teacher's voice, and Kirsch, who had been looking at something behind him, turned around and took a step forward on red-stained paws. "Uhhh..yeah. I think I'm supposed to register...? Or something...." Kirsch hated it when he couldn't remember things like this. He felt so stupid.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart's appearance of warm greeter didn't disappear. It was a mask that she had worn for many years, and had perfected in that span of time. Of course, its opposite was also in peak condition, that of strict authority. It wasn't neccessary to pressure or scare newcomers, though, and Hart was genuinely glad to see a new student. Unless, of course, the aforementioned niotie was bedecked in tattoos and earrings, and looked like a pure troublemaker. Then, she might have a slight problem. As in, she would ask for them to have most of their piercings removed, at least during class, and for their tattoos to be covered somehow. No need to distract others during class. As the youngster spoke, she nodded encouragingly, then replied. <font color=#330000>"Register, eh? Well, then, come right over here and sit down, and we'll get you set up. Can you read and write?"</font> She inquired, quirking a single brow as she pulled the registration papers out of her desk. </font>
<font color='#000000'>Kirsch stepped forward, feeling vague relief at the Principal's response. His appearance was fairly average, the only strange points being his strangely long, tufted ears and also, the length of his legs. His fur was an ice blue, his mane of a darker shade, his legs and ears stained red, his eyes violet. Another strange thing was that the niotie had no tattoo whatsoever... Kirsch blinked, then nodded slowly. "Not Ramathian, but I'm pretty good at English...."</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart's mind was only half focused on the matter at paw, the rest was considering around a dozen other things. Registration forms she needed to file, class schedules to write, formal letters of thanks... anyone who thought the job of a principal was easy, must have been insane. Sure, it looked as if all she had to do was register some students, relax, and glare at the bad kids. It didn't usually work out that way, however. Often, she had to take some of her papers home, just so that the majority of it would be finished by the next day. So much needed to be done right then, by her. Some if it just required her signature, but she was no fool. Reading it at least twice, even with the affirmative nod from her secretary. His words caused her mind to return to the present, and she eyed the papers in her paw. Strangely, she had picked up the Ramathian version. Twitching her tails in distant amusement, she took the English version from her desk, and handed it over to Kirsch. <font color=#330000>"There you go, then. If you can't figure out a word, feel free to ask."</font> Once he was started, Hart would work on some formal thank-you notes until he was done... a tedious, if neccessary, job. </font>
<font color='#000000'>The young 'dragon took the papers carefully in an overly large paw, then with a nod of thanks settled in a corner and hunched over them, carefully considering each question or sentance before scribbling down his reply. It took him several minutes, even though he tried to hurry, sensing that the principal had more important things to do than wait for him to fill out forms. At long last he came forward again and held them out. "Uh...I'm done..."</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>As he took the papers, the principal smiled vaguely, and took one of the many thank-you papers from an unwritten stack. Slipping a paw between spread digits, she began to write, vigorously entering the cleanly polite words on the paper. It was actually a bit sad, that she couldn't warmly appreciate the gifts given with a special, individual thanks. Instead, each was a bit altered, but mostly a dull shower of gratitude, without emotion mixed within. After all, some might find such a warm approach to something they saw as a business affair as rather... well, casual, and since they didn't see it that way, they would have taken it as an insult. She managed to get three done, and had started on a fourth, before Kirsch handed the papers back. Nodding in appreciation, eyes flickered across the registration form, making sure that everything was in order. Nodding a bit, she pulled the dormitory list out from underneath a pendragon-shaped paper weight. <font color=#330000>"Any preference for rooming, Kirsch?"</font> She inquired, quirking a single brow. </font>
<font color='#000000'>The young male seemed to consider that for a moment, violet eyes looking thoughtful. Then he shook his head quickly, dark blue mane falling in front of his eyes messily. "No, not really, as long as I'm with someone nice." He tried to blow the mane out of his eyes, but when that didn't work he reached up and brushed it away. After which it promptly fell back into place. He'd never shared a room with anyone before, so he had no idea what it would be like. He'd just have to wait and see.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=black>;; in character</font> Hart waited patiently for his reply, though decision were already swirling in her mind. So many dorms... well, they were relatively crowded, but she saw an empty one. Perhaps that would be good for him? It seemed that it might be better for him to settle in within a room by himself, then get a roomie later. It would be easier to adjust, perhaps. Either that, or she'd have to place him with another newbie. All of the others were either full, or the pendragons they contained weren't the types to be good at showing newcomers around. As he shook his head, she nodded, and penciled in his name beneath the empty dorm of #2003. Twisting the key that locked the box full of them, she rummaged through, and pulled the appropriate key out. Passing it to him over the desk, she replied. <font color=#330000>"This room is empty, except for you, now. So you'll have time to prepare before you actually get a roommate. That ok with you?"</font> </font>
<font color='#000000'>Kirsch wasn't any mindreader, but he could tell she was thinking about where to put him. He wondered vaguely if his roommate would be older or younger than him. Not that it made a difference, really. He just didn't want some big bully with smelly feet who kept him up all night with his snoring, or something like that. He was so caught up in wondering that he had to think for a minute before he remembered exactly what Hart had told him. He nodded quickly. "That's fine." Empty. Just him. That was perfectly alright, since he wasn't really experienced in handling other 'dragons very well. He would be no use to a younger one, and would feel awkward with an older one. So empty was best for now, he thought. "Thanks." He hesitated, wondering if she had anything last minute to tell him before he left. It was good to listen to everything, that way you knew what was going on and didn't make a fool of yourself.</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart watched him, waiting to make sure that the choice was acceptable. Some, more social, pendragons wanted a roomie immedietly. After all, they needed someone to befriend, to converse with. Then again, no one really needed someone else to share their dorm. Most were best off starting alone, though it was really up to their personalities. Most new students tended to go with older ones, if they were young, but Kirsch wasn't exceptionally small or timid, therefore, there was no real reason to make him have a roomate. If he wanted help, all he had to do was ask a teacher, or someone older who would know the answer. It really wasn't all that hard, if one wasn't shy. If they were, it was a bit more difficult, but that was only to be expected. At his words, she nodded in response, wondering if there was more that he needed to know. Her mind swirled in consideration, and a slight shrug was given as she peered at him inquisitively, before replying. <font color=#330000>"Anything else, Kirsch?"</font> </font>
<font color='#000000'>The male blinked violet eyes once, then shook his head. "That's all. Thanks." He lifted a paw, then turned and trotted to the door, now that there was nothing left to say. Silence and Kirsch did not get along well.</font>
