<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Not new to being new.</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DsXYGwS.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sabine Genrich<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Silver Class<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Sat, Oct 2nd, 10:00 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Lancelot Hall<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>nervous, hoping she has her own room.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Patrik Romanov<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr/><br/>Why had Sabine insisted that she could take the train to Richmond all by herself? Well, she knew exactly why. Her fears and anxieties of traveling alone were nothing, nothing, compared to hours in a car with her parents who wanted to give her some last parting advice on how to find a nice boy. Her mother had even stashed condoms in various parts of her luggage.<br/><br/>Sabine found a few when she was trying to fish out her wallet in the dining car. Utter embarrassment!! So as she stepped out of the Uber van that had picked up her from the train station, and ladened herself down like a pack mule with her various bags and totes (not to mention the two travel suitcases she was dragging behind her) well, she was glad to finally be at the place she most hated being at.<br/><br/>Confusing? You betcha! Her parents had lost their minds to think that she was going through a sexual identity crisis. She had absolutely no interest in sex at all .... which she thought most parents would have a healthy respect and reverence for in this day and age. And who could blame her? She had only been told that she was going to fuck her way into fulfilling the family dream of having lots and lots and lots of future generations.<br/><br/>No, thank you.<br/><br/>Now all she wanted was to collapse on the no-doubt hard dorm mattress and sleep away every second of anxiety she had felt since she left her house yesterday morning. She checked the letter from the admissions office for the thirtieth time - Lancelot Dorm, room 108. It said nothing about roommates. She hoped for none, but if she had to room with someone, please just let it not be some boy crazy girl who wanted to talk about it with her at all hours. Please lord, just that one favor?<br/><br/>She lugged her belongings up the front steps and towards the stairwell (of course there was no elevator). One more flight of lurching carry-ons and slinging bags to get through the doorway to her hall.<br/><br/>105, 106, 107, 108. Sabine let out a breathe. Part of her wanted to burst through the door, and part of her wanted to just stand there and never go in, ever. But what couldn't be ignored must be endured. A fitting motto for her life. She dropped her bags and started fishing for the key that had come with the letter.<br/><br/>"Where is it? Gah, if I left it on my desk at home I swear..." But that was when the door began to open as if by magic or some kind of voice activation.<br/><br/>And that was when Sabine's jaw hit the floor. "Patrik!?!"