09-24-2015, 05:18 AM
Tumaini stumbled as a force hit him from the right. Twisting with a small gasp, he found himself looking at a blonde boy about the same age as him. Not that he spent a lot of time inspecting people and figuring just what a sixteen year old should look like. After opening his mouth once, he realized that he hadn't in fact said a thing. "It's fine," he murmured back in a soft voice that didn't suit his more exotic and almost tough appearance. Neither of them appeared to be hurt though so he just shifted to the side and continued toward the ceremony. "Please excuse me. I'm going to be late." It would be best not to linger. Never mind that he never wanted to hurry to the building ahead of them in the first place.
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Tarja sat on one of the cushioned pews that lined the great reception hall. Just like the previous years, the room sparkled after its normal hibernation during the year. Few events warranted such a large space and only on opening day and a few other events did this great center room see use. The pews faced a shot stone stair at the end of the long hall. Stained glass windows let colored light stream in, making patterns in pearl, rose, and jade.
By this point in the morning, people already filled most of the hall. Seats in the front housed the school's teachers and as an older and ambitious student, Tarja sat in the second row on one side, close enough to hear and see everything with detail. She tapped her foot one more time and right on cue, the bell struck as it made it's slow count up to nine. When it finished, the headmaster would begin his speech and Tarja would finally get to move on with her day. Just another school year, and her last at that. She intended to make her best of it, so no slow pokes better get in her way of it.
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