"Sweetheart, we're going to be late..."<br/><br/><br/>The whisper was soft, yet still carried to the other side of the aisle in the relative stillness of the auditorium. Through the doorway slipped two figures, both dressed in the school's uniform. They might have been lost in the sea of students, were it not for two small details. First, they were both human. Secondly, that they were both very attractive, the young woman especially. The young man--the one who had been speaking--was of a decent height, though not above the average. He had a lean face and a thin waist, though even fully dressed one could sense from his arms and chest that he was very fit. Untidy black hair rested on his scalp, giving him a very roguish look, and his thoughtful blue eyes peered out behind a pair of stylish glasses.<br/><br/>The girl on the other hand was slightly taller than most girls her age. Her uniform was as prime as one could look, almost looking better than the catalog it had been ordered from. Her skin was pale and soft, almost unblemished as she followed after her partner. A playful smile on her face as she walked with him hand in hand. Blond curly hair tumbled whimsically over either shoulder, giving her an almost classical visage. A petite nose and green eyes completed the look as she followed after him. Together, the two shuffled down a row of seats, hands still clasped in very obnoxious and self-evident young love, before they took a seat, and patiently waited for the announcements to start. As the moments passed however, the two began to converse idly with one another. The blond girl's head rose in a giggle, before she caught sight of the last student to enter. And pointed toward Draculaura for her partner. The two watched for a moment, before the blond raised one hand and waved to her with a smile, hoping she would come a little closer so they could talk.