(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/SentiPCHeadshot.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Molly Barker<br/>Nom De Guerre: None<br/>Position/Grade: junior<br/>Location: well at the back<br/>Tagging: Christina.<br/><br/><em> Oh shit, oh fuck</em>the words rang through her mind, she realised she had been spotted as this rambunctious but friendly seeming girl approached. However poor Molly really did not like meeting people in made her very nervous and extremely jumpy, thus another couple of chess pieces hit the floor. Molly scrabbled for them, not wanting them to be stolen, even if they were worth nothing at all. She shoved her bags behind her almost protectively.<br/><br/>It was then Molly looked up, and Cristina, and the red haired girl was able to see her face, the olive skin, the near black eyes, and the nervous look that lingered there. “Look its my stuff.” She said, her accent was certainly British, likely from up north though not Scottish. She appeared genuinely afraid, even more so that someone had spotted her, it had been some time since someone had at school. Of course Molly had been aware things might be different here but had hoped to remain for the most unseen and left alone.<br/><br/>“You wont take my stuff will you…” She backed further into the wall managing to half trip on one of her bags finding her self sitting on it. Her olive skin blushed a little, it was then Molly found herself becoming more uncomfortable, after all she was really not the most social of individuals, in fact as was obvious to Cristina she shied away from it.<br/>