<font color='#736AFF'>10 Tessera Year 3 <font color=black> The door opens sharply and another new student enters through the door hurridly as a thunderstorm brews outside. She is currently standing on two legs, carring her bag with her possesions in it and includes her flute in her front paw, and her wings are folded neatly back onto her back, the black fur showing and not the leathery, boned part inside. Her fur was completely black, hence her name, but on the tips of each individual fur stand, was a silver part, meaning that in the currently dim light from outside, her fur in some places glittered and looked silver to the eyes. Her eyes were sapphire in colour and flickered with a hunger for the power that came with learning but also looked warm for even though she didn't like flying in thunderstorms, she was glad to be here at all. Her claws were of normal size and they were out at the minute and as she walked over to the reception desk, they clicked on the cold, stone floor. She shook herself to allow the rain that had been trapped in her fur to roll out. Why can't my fur be waterproof?? She grumbles inside her head as she approches the desk and waits for a teacher or administrator to appear... ~Rafuja sha Thupyft... Iyo mabaj cmyf fhus't jaulli shaja....~</font></font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart wished she had a Vice-Principal... maybe even some Secretaries, and another Administrator. All of the work that needed to be done was almost too much for one pendragon, and delegation was impossible when there was no one else to take the duties from her. It was stressful, though Hart managed to keep most pendragons from noticing. That didn't mean that no one noticed. In fact, her good friend, Arther Rhapsode, had mentioned just the day before that he thought she needed a break. Yet there was no time for a break, no one to take her place. When she had told him that, he had automatically offered to do her work, but she knew him too well. Art hated to do administration work - too much contact with other pendragons, too much writing. He was a fighter and solitary meditator by nature, which made him a bad choice for any administration position. If he had wanted one, then she would have glady given Rhapsode one of the open positions, merely to have it temporarily filled. In fact, if things continued to be this busy, she might make him a temporary Administrator, as he insisted that she should. The crash of the door opening caused her gaze to flicker up from her work, and a frown creased her features. The newcomer was wet, though that wasn't a surprise, since it was raining outside. The biggest thing that she had noticed, however, was that the youngster hadn't closed the door. One of the teachers walked over to do so, but she shook her head sternly at him. He withdrew, shrugging lightly, as her gaze turned to the new female. A claw was crookedly curved in the direction of the new nioti, and she pointed at the open door. <font color=#330000>"Forget something, dear?"</font> </font>
<font color='#736AFF'>Ebony gasped in horror as she realised what the Principle meant as she turned round to see the open door, the rain and wind howling through it. She hastedly, but carefully, placed her bag on the top of the counter and ran over to shut the heavy door, her claws clicking as she did so. In a matter of seconds, the door was shut and she was back at the counter, picking up her bag. The door wasn't even slammed. I'm so sorry about that Ma'am. I didn't realise I'd left it open. She said apologetically at the Principle, her head slightly dipped in shame, causing her long silver hair to fall in front of her eyes. You must think I'm an idiot and I haven't been here five minutes yet. ~~Rafuja sha Thupyft... Iyo mabaj cmyf fhus't jaulli shaja~~</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart chuckled lightly at the gasp from the black newcomer. A faint smile tugged at her lips at the mere thought that she had been trying to intimidate. Really, she might have been a bit harsh in her tone or manner, but it wasn't because she was angry. She simply expected manners, and the proper apologies when expectations weren't met. Sure enough, upon returning, Ebony apologized for her folly. In fact, she did more than that, she even figured that Hart would think her a fool. Naturally, Demori didn't, which caused her smile to become a bit broader, more goodnatured. She was no evil monster, that was for sure, and she hadn't intended to be overly stern about the small matter of the door being open. <font color=#330000>"It's quite alright, my dear, and it certainly doesn't make you a fool, much less an idiot. Sometimes we forget things. Now, I presume you are here to register, since I don't believe I've seen you around? I'm Hart Demori, Janardan's Principal."</font> She said, nodding slightly, and gesturing with an outstretched paw at the chair that waited for the soaked youngster. </font>
<font color='#736AFF'><font color=black>Ebony saw the Principle's smile and looked up, smiling back. She was releaved. She nodded at the Princple's correct guess and took the seat that was offered. Thank you. Yes ma'am, I've come from out of town. I'm Ebony Fang. She said smiling as she stretched her wings a little and checked they weren't wet inside. They weren't thank goodness. She'd have been in trouble if they were. Turning her focus back to the Principle she asked Um, what should I call you as I'm travelling around the school Ma'am? It was said politely and gently. An honest question for she knew her teacher's by their first names at her old town and didn't want to disobey the rules of the Acadamy just because she got confused about what to call a teacher. .. ~~Rafuja sha Thupyft... Iyo mabaj cmyf fhus't jaulli shaja~~</font></font>
