<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen"><b><u>Antalya Venturi</u></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:white"><br/>
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Antalya was mildly impressed with the common rooms and disappointed with the bedrooms. The doubles were slightly larger but the singles were more tempting. This house looked to have more elves and more humans who looked like they drooled over books as a hobby. Of course she had drooled over thousands of books her whole life. But she made a decent effort at balancing it out with other hobbies, other activities. They had taken her wand when she arrived, guess they were expecting the magic users in the same hall. The ruse seemed to have worked, they couldn't tell the difference at all. Of course they wouldn't have, each wand was tailored to each spell-caster. To others is was basically a stick that felt vaguely magical. To a more powerful user it could be used as a conduit just as with it owner. Nobody would do that though, for one it was finicky for casting and could probably cause some harm. For two, it was just plain rude. If only she hadn't been seen with the wand in so many pictures, she could have just passed any old Blackthorn branch as hers. Oh well, the mimic spell would last a century at least, and she was not going to be here that long.<br/>
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Antalya opted for a private room, she would be able to manage a few spells without prying eyes this way. She placed her carry bag on the bed and pulled out her luggage bags. They were heavy and big but she only had to drag them a short distance to the walk in closet. With all four luggage bags in the closet she returned to the carry bag and pulled out her trunk. This had all her books and components she might need for any potions, well not any potion, suppose she could collect ingredients if she needed a particular one made. Finally she pulled from the bag the large bird cage that housed Muninn. The raven eyed her with an annoyed glare. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen">"Sorry Mun. It was a longer intro at the main hall than I had thought it would be."<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white"> She placed the bird cage near the window and opened it up. Muninn did a low croak then a couple short, shrill, squeaks as he bounced up to the window sill. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen">"Okay here you go."<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white"> She patted at her full latex outfit. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen">"Right."<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white"> She remembered, not really the type for pockets here. She grabbed a treat from the bag on the bed and tossed it to the Raven. Muninn caught the dead mouse in his beak then dropped in on the sill. In a moment he had pecked it into a broken mass then downed it in a couple gulps. Antalya opened the window with a flick of her wand arm. Muninn flew out with a happy squawk.<br/>
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Figuring she shouldn't be seen doing magic with a 'wand' Antalya cast two more before leaving her room. One was a simple alarm, she would be notified mentally if anything entered her room. She knew she probably couldn't stop most things, like the staff, but at least she could be alerted. The second spell was to change her latex suit. She re-adjusted the skirt to barely there short, basically a sash to cover her camel toe. Then she made her legs completely translucent, made sure the latex was as tight as could be, then added a slight color to them. A barely showing beige that she then drew thin wire lines across. She had seen the fish-net like fashion on some mundane girls. She kept her corset but made it match her blood red leather boots. Then, deciding her arms just looked too shiny with the clear latex she changed it back to black.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen">"There, slightly more the fashion....Although."<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white"> She reached up and felt the latex covering her long pointed ears. Guess I'll just have to the girl with the longer than normal ears. She had been her whole life, only now she was in a setting surrounded by not only people from the mundane world, but ectoplasts too.<br/>
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Antalya had done her best to ignore the stares. She was used to nudity, or close to it, where she was from. The latex was just another form of cover, whether for modesty or protection from ectoplasts, she couldn't care less. Her efforts for fashion were more for not giving off too much of a bookish vibe. She made her way back to the common area and awaited the 'rest of the orientation' was all this necessary? Couldn't everyone have just read up on the school like she had? She could have started a class by now, could actually be learning something. Or at least have met an ectoplast to ask about natural magic. Maybe she could just skip this part and find the library, there was bound to be a wealth of information there. <br/>
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She motions to the German accented 2nd year from earlier. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen">"Would it be alright if I just wandered about? Find the library and brush up on my coming courses?I'm 217 years old, I can get the just of it all. I'm not some child mundane with stars in my eyes."<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white"> Antalya gestures towards some shy looking human girl with short blonde hair stumbling out of the girls hallway halfway into her latex suit. She was still wearing her underwear, cotton pink panties and a sports bra holding up very little.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>