<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Olivia Solomon<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS-148-0537<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Alchemy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Suzanne, Riley, Tavleen, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>The blonde took the hand and shook vigorously. "Olivia Solomon. Incoming freshman. And certainly glad to meet you." She thought that pretty much covered the basics. It certainly did for her. Her accent was more Northeastern than anything else, though it had been refined through the years with a sort of crystal-hewn professionalism - the kind of tone that motivational speakers aim for when taking speech lessons. Her own attire was fairly conservative - a white blouse paired with a black knee-length skirt and sensible black flats. With the exception of what could only be described as either an oversized makeup case or an smallish steamer trunk slung behind her back, she could almost pass for ordinary. Almost.<br/><br/>"Perhaps exile is too harsh a term," Olivia admitted in retrospect. "After all, we... or at least<em>I</em>chose to come here, even given the general paucity of other choices. I suppose if Harvard or MIT were an option, I'd still probably find myself here, come to think of it." After a bit more musing and a pregnant pause in which she belatedly realized that talking about herself all day was one of the social faux pas that she made on a regular basis, Olivia added, "And how about you, Suzanne? Was this where you wanted to be when you started thinking about colleges?"