<div class="floatright">(http://i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h379/GarageBomb/b66d6d16-7905-4cbf-97b0-b050378c2b47_zps0d429af6.jpg) (http://s1106.photobucket.com/user/GarageBomb/media/b66d6d16-7905-4cbf-97b0-b050378c2b47_zps0d429af6.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eleanor Byrd Rose<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In class at the DWMA<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Eleanor had overslept and was running up the steps of the Academy. It was great that she was a quick little thing but her being a klutz sort of ruined it. She had tripped about 6 times already on her way to class. She bolted down the hall maneuvering around other students. She was so happy when she turned the corner and spotted the classroom door. She almost slid passed it when she went to stop but she caught herself. She opened the classroom door to find the teacher had not started class yet but was just about to. She apologized to Professor Stein and quickly went to find a seat.<br/><br/>When she had walked into the classroom the students reactions to her weren't something that could be easily ignored. Unfortunately it was something she had grown accustomed, but despite it she kept a soft smile on her face. As she stepped up the stairs, students looked away moving bags onto the seat next them or pushing there books over to take up more space. She continued her way up to what had become her regular seat, in the top/back row in the corner. It wasn't really where she wished to be sitting but that was okay it was nice in it's own way.<br/><br/>She would be lying if she said she wasn't hurt or lonely. She wished they could accept her or at least be nicer to her but that was a lost cause. It wasn't their fault her mother and witches like herself had done terrible things, who could blame their feelings. She pulled out her strange drink bottle (http://www.lussobaby.ca/media/Images/3586/385527-L.jpg) that held what looked like to be water. Even though it was water if anyone were to taste it they would not be met with a familiar taste. There was sugar mixed into it, a good amount too. Eleanor was practically dependent on the stuff, it was rare to see her not sipping on it. She pulled out a bendy straw dipping it in she happily sipped the drink as she doodled into her notebook.