<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mel. prefect with raven, and Nys the control freak<br/><br/>She finds herself sitting back down much to her own surprise, her eyes going between her two new room mates. One a dominating rich boy who seems to be used to everyone obeying him, and the other.. she isn't so sure about Mel, obviously very relaxed with herself but that is all she knows so far. She holds her tongue and tries to just endure her acute embarrassment, for once she can't actually wait to start a lesson in magic. Her eyes are downcast and she slowly mumbles a soft prayer under her breath, desperately trying to calm herself down. Between Mels teasing looks and Nys dominant personality she kinda suspects she wont get much work done in the dorm so she makes a note to try and find a good quiet corner somewhere to study her books.<br/><br/>"kill them" The disembodied voice echoes inside of her head, she shudders out and lets out a soft sigh. Seems like the dead didn't rest easily here either, or perhaps of all the magic in the air here that attracts them. She rubs the scar where she tried to slit her own wrist and waits patiently for Nys to fix up here hair so she can get going.<br/><br/>