<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f203/Plej/Writing%20Madness/sashasmith2.png)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Grand Dining Hall<br/><strong>Time</strong>: : 11:30 to Midnight<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone?<br/><hr/><strong><em>Some Minutes Before</em></strong><br/>Sasha gazed into her locker where her heart glowed with a magical essence. Two other hearts sat next to hers, one was her trusted henchman and the other a long lost lover whom she let go free under a pretense of course. She gave him a choice of saving his own kingdom or living with her for the rest of their days. He choose the former. Sighing, Sasha closed the locker and then sealed it with blood magic. Leaving her personal quarters, Sasha made her way to the dining hall for the opening ceremony.<br/><br/>She dressed in purples and blacks. Her long black raven hair twisted into a bun, and her purple corset tightly done to show off her ample bosom. Sasha was dressed to impress. Her black booted heels snapped against the tile floors as she walked past students who gazed at their surroundings in awe. Most did not pay her much attention.<br/><br/><em><strong>At Midnight</strong></em><br/>Sasha took her seat at the faculty table, her gaze surveying the crowd. She noticed a few evil characters, but most of the students were ... a mystery to her. She grinned at the headmasters words about the challenges killing students. She personally had not killed any students, but she did harm her fair share often. Some even accidentally. Her aim was to raise leaders, and that was it. Weeding out the weaklings was a part of her job.<br/><br/>Sasha reached out to take her glass of wine that magically appeared with a wine bottle next to it. She sat a few seats away from Death and saluted him with the glass taking a sip of wine. After she did so, Sasha looked back out into the crowd and found a unique specimen. Red hair hiding a face, a weakling? Sasha peered closer and noticed something strange, hunched shoulders, shivering hands. "Hmmm...."