There wasn't a single soul whose opinion she'd be concerned about that would deny that Mae is a responsible, thoughtful and talented individual. In tiny jackets, pencil skirts and crisp, white shirts she had battled and fought her way into student council on her first year of attendance to IGCTA and now she was the president of it. Many wondered how she managed to juggle all her duties and still ace each and every of her class, but she did. But perhaps it explained why tumbleweed were blown through her personal life. Of course, on outside she had many acquaintances, every day she talked with plenty of people, but the truth was: she didn't have any real friends. What's worse, she didn't have a boyfriend.

It wasn't that guys around the university wouldn't be interested in the pointy-eared woman whose hair shone like sun and eyes could freeze anyone with their glare or melt them with smile sparkles. Still, no matter their attempts, she had remained uninterested and thoroughly single which on anyone else would be a mark of shame. And normally, she wouldn't care, but this formal ball... She didn't have anyone to go with!! Her last hope, the 'ultimate geek' of the student council had somehow managed to snag up a date for himself just today. It would be unacceptable for her, as the president, to go alone or not attend! Already, people were starting to rumor and smirk, and the boys, for to call them men would be too much of praise, were doubling their stupid efforts and feeling arrogant that she'd eventually have to accept one of them.

Frustrated, she paced around the beautiful greenhouse which was her place to come and think. Often, she sketched here, drawing inspiration from the nature. Here, all sorts of plants and even critters grew and flourished, representing many planets. But right now, even this gave her little comfort as she obviously couldn't go and dance with a tree at the formal ball. Or could she??

Amusingly enough, one of the ladies that was known for twisting many men around her fingers with blood red (like her hair) nails was having similar issue. Who could she have that would be interesting and entertaining enough? In this one year here she had already realized that most attendants, despite many different origins, were boring as f**k. Sitting on the window sill in one of the corridors and doodling morbid nonsense in her notebook, Marwolaeth felt absolutely irritated and that was a dangerous state. Not for her, but for others. Perhaps there was a reason she was rumored to be a vampire...

With frustrated growl, she stood up and dusted invisible particles off of her tight leather pants, tossing the notebook into her satchel thrown over shoulder and stalked off the corridor in a search for victim entertainment.