Abby didn't really enjoy being at the seamstress much. She simply felt self-conscious of her weight and image as she was being measured. Today, she found herself attached to the outfit that she was forced to wear today. It was a modest, navy blue, knee-length dress that had sleeves that went to her elbows, and a modest neckline. Under it, she was wearing yellow tights, and black heels. The dress had a light brown belt that brought in the dress to accentuate her natural curves. Her hair had been cut a mere inch or two due to dead and split ends, but it was still to the middle of her back, and the stylist curled it while giving her some piecey fringes. She didn't wash her hair so it would remain curly for this trip to the school. She didn't feel like the measurements that were taken by the seamstress, and she felt like she could live a little.<br/><br/>When they had arrived at the school, she was walking beside Scholar when she saw him. The man with the fiery hair, white skin, and eyes on fire. She was awestruck. He was the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life. Her jaw dropped, as her eyes widened. She felt her heart beginning to race as she felt a blush creep onto her cheeks. She couldn't focus on anything else, but that man. His accent even made her swoon. She was smitten.<br/><br/>Soon, the man had knocked on the principal's door, and saying a few words. Soon, a woman opened the door and walked out. She was wearing a red, silk, button-up blouse, and a black, knee-length pencil skirt. She had black tights on, and black heels. She had back-length, curled black hair, and a side fringe. Her eyes were icy blue, and her skin as white as snow. Her lips were as red as roses. She saw Scholar and Abby before walking out.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Phoenix," the woman spoke, "Welcome. My name is Eira Nightgale, and I'm the principal here. Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" she motioned for Abby and Scholar to follow her into her office.