<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/501567062359932930/974830858101997568/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marilla Lynch<br/><strong>Grade:</strong>Dragon<br/><strong>Track:</strong>Transmutation and Bard<br/><strong>Time|Date:</strong>4:00 pm| May 1st<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White button-up under a sweater vest|Tight slacks| Trade mark hat (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976951893815353394/image0.jpg)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Thinking| Slightly amused| Hungry<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The gardens<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open| (M)Elixir|(M) Elynea<br/><strong>Extra:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>”Mhfth…” The mumble was quiet and almost not even heard among the sounds of conversation and merriment being had around the young woman, her lavender pools focused not on the festival in full swing, but rather down towards the small book currently perched between her spread fingers. Another semester and already she was nose deep in plotting her schedule, ensuring the optimal balance between each track while also giving any spare time towards cramming for other needed measures. After all, she had a reputation to uphold. From her very first year as a newt Marilla was determined to make a name for herself among the others, the try hard and uptight seastress that probably thought she was too good for her fellow peers; at least that’s what she imagined most said. Though she wasn’t about to disagree with a fact that was fairly clear, because<em>obviously</em>she worked harder than most by a long shot. Hard work was in her blood from a young age given her family’s business, rising long before the crack of dawn to make an honest earning as the<em>preferred</em>fishing company back at the Shifting Isles. Not that the Sommerfelds would agree…but then again that was a rivalry that had started long before she was even born.<br/><br/>Lifting her gaze briefly from her book Marilla couldn’t help the small smirk at the thought of the Sommerfeld son she had had the pleasure of besting, something she took quite a bit of pride in, as the competitiveness of it all only made her work all the harder. Elixir probably wasn’t an awful guy, probably, but the satisfaction of showing once again that the Lynch’s were far superior in comparison even outside of their family businesses did feel too good to not want to chase it again and again. Academically showing up Elixir was just another fact of life really, passing barbs every once a blue moon, but otherwise he wasn’t much on her radar compared to other far more important matters.<br/><br/>Snapping her book shut with a sigh Marilla turned her speckled gaze towards the various food stands with some thought, having already unpacked in her dorm in the morning. She had managed to evade having to deal with a roommate for her first two years, but as luck would have it this was the year that streak ended. It was….well Marilla wasn’t really sure how she felt just yet about it, being the only child meant more times than most she was off on her own so the concept of sharing was a bit weird. Though it wasn’t like she’d be stuck entertaining her dorm mate with juggling or standing on her head- Titan’s grace she<em>hoped</em>she didn’t have to. At the very least it was another Dragon year and not some Newt, the last thing she needed was some chirpy newbie asking the ins and outs of Klasverry; she had to figure it out herself with no breaks, so these Newts would have to suck it up too.<br/><br/>Sliding her driftwood carved staff from the crook of one elbow to the other, Marilla tipped her pointed hat up some as her mulling about finally subsided enough to make her realize she hadn’t eaten yet. With the sickly sweet scent of funnel cake and roasted apples wafting in the air, the seaside witch was hankering for something to pass the time. From previous years even Marilla wasn’t immune to the sight of the falling stars at the closing ceremony, the lunar cycle a constant at the start of every semester as it never ceased to amaze the studious girl. Not that she’d ever admit that out loud.<br/><br/>Snacking on a roasted apple on a stick Marilla hummed to herself as she made her rounds, the sugary crust of brown sugar having been smothered across the soft flesh staving off some of her prickly mannerisms as she wandered. The suctioned tangle of Oliver amused himself on riding a top of her hat in his usual manner, the palisman wanting to admire the view from his lofty position as every so often Marilla snapped off a piece of her treat to hold over her head for him to grab. Oliver was her only true companion in the way no one else could compare to, Marilla’s features softening as she giggled to herself feeling the octopus squirm in seeming delight.”You like that Ollie?” At least he seemed to be enjoying himself, the wandering soon leading the sea witch to briefly cross the courtyard to catch the glimpse of Elixir and Elynea out of the corner of her eye, the pleasant smile dropping some as she pursed her lips.<br/><br/>They seemed chummy which was a bit of a surprise, Marilla taking a larger bite from her apple as she chewed in thought. She didn’t make a move closer in their direction however, simply glancing briefly before opening her small book against her open palm, distracting herself to keep some peace. The last thing she needed right now was getting into nonsense.