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</div><br/><br/>Phoebe’s purple eyes lit up, a smile splitting across her lovely features. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry about your hair ribbon, but it is pretty…maybe it just caught her eye?” she teased, indicating the other girl standing nearby. “No offense. I haven’t been here in months, and I’m just reaching out to make some new friends. My sister, Melanie, is a bit too shy to do all that. Um…just to let you know…don’t worry about being so formal with me. Trust me; I am not in the least bit formal. I prefer to be myself, and nobody else.” After letting out a carefree laugh, she tossed brown locks over her shoulder, just to have them out of the way. “Anyway…where are you guys heading? I don’t have anything to do…and I don’t like not doing anything. Mind joining me in…well, anything? I was heading to the cafeteria, but I ended up out here…” This time, she laughed awkwardly at her foolishness.<br/><br/>Melanie found a seat underneath the blooming cherry blossom tree, pink petals being carried off in all directions due to the pleasant breeze. Her notepad in her lap, she let her eyes drift shut for a moment, smile still gracing her features. It was truly a beautiful day here at the Academy. Her fingertips played along the cover, picking out small details, while she thought of what to do. Once one…two minutes crept by, the young girl finally opened her blue eyes. The drawing pad let out a small, almost inaudible creak when she opened it, drawings on the first several pages. It took her a little while to find an empty page… yet once she did, she found her pencil, and began sketching the garden area. Melanie didn’t even notice the shadowy figure approaching, or the footsteps on the gravel.