Daria arrived at the school rather later than the other students, carrying her suitcases in her hands.  She was a short, thin girl with mousey brown hair and glasses.  Her slender frame was clad in a knit sweater and a plain brown skirt.  It was her first time away from home for more than a night or two and she was feeling very nervous.<br/><br/>She wandered through the empty stone halls, unsure of where to go, until she reached a cafeteria.  It was an enormous room with massive wooden tables and very little decoration.  It was not very inviting.  Still, there was a girl with red hair sitting there.<br/><br/>Daria approached her tentatively.  "Uh hello.  I'm Daria.  I don't suppose you know where I'm supposed to go do you?"<br/><br/>Daria hated not knowing her schedule, or what was expected.  She lead a very regimented life.  Hopefully there would be a teacher around soon to give her some guidance.