Thread: Vevay's Private School [Karameida x Back-Alley Shadow]

RE Vevay's Private School Virginia Bellsey-Demonte It would be fun, they had told her. She'd be able to make new friends, they had told her. It was the start of Virginia's second year in this miserable place and the most proactive thing she had done was join the band. Not that she was a fan of the music or anything, most of it being the classical sort of stuff that her father loved so much, but because it gave her an excuse to play her own drums in her room whenever people started to complain about it. Other than that? She did a little art, but did her best to stay away from actually talking to many people. She spent most of her time sneaking off-campus, going to parties, getting drunk, and having a good time there rather than getting involved with the school in any way. The staff tried, of course, to push her to get involved, and really take an interest in her other classes. Her parents had told them to from the first day she had gotten there. The black sheep in a long line of magic-capable humans, her parents were far too proud to admit that maybe, just maybe , one of their kids wasn't good at magic, and insisted that it was simply latent energy that needed to be unlocked. That was why they had sent her here, with all the stories about the school that existed. The youngest of two girls, Virginia had been given no choice in the change of schools. Her elder sister Erin was good at magic, so she was allowed to stay at St. James Academy of the Gifted, but Virginia had to be pulled away from what few friends she had in order to make her parents happy. She hated her parents right now. She hated the world. She just listened to her music and tried to stay away from other people for the most part. As far as the pyromance was concerned, all she had to do was just watch the temperature, make sure she bundled up when it was cold out, and do what she wanted in her life. After all, it was her junior year, and that meant they would let her go soon. Two more years, she would graduate, and she'd be free to do what she wanted without her parents breathing down her neck. Of course, until then she had to put up with this crap. Some of that crap was introducing a new student. She had been in the band instrument room, putting away some of the instruments that the other students had, as always, left only partially done, and had been about to finish up with the task of tidying the room up when a member of the school staff had come in. He had a piece of paper with a name on it, as well as a room number. Some girl by the name of Daiayame Kuro. Weird name, but the girl named after a U.S. state didn't say anything about it. They were birds of a feather, she was told, sent by their parents to work at their true potential. Now Virginia didn't know about this girl, but she had no true potential for magic. Yet that didn't stop the staff from insisting that she start making nice with this girl. In her school uniform, she moved through the halls, a hoodie pulled over the top of the uniform, hood up, head down, earphones in, and hands stuffed in her pocket as she climbed the stairs. She was taking her time, having no rush to actually meet this girl. Hell, when she had looked at the room number, they had been just down the hall from one another. Not likely a deliberate set-up by the school, but sometimes Virginia had to wonder. They had done that with the tutors they tried to stick with her, but those hadn't gone over very well. Brushing those thought from her mind with the aid of the music from her MP3 player, Virginia counted the door numbers until she found the one that she was looking for. She rather reluctantly turned off the music and pulled out her ear-buds. Three solid knocks on the door announced her arrival before her hands were once again stuffed in the pockets of her hoodie. Meeting somebody new? Ugh. She needed a smoke right now.