<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/49/3a/22493a7d86e4eeaed24b09fac77d7839.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Anastasia Meichard Lesia vi Cremond</span><br/><strong>Location::</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Her tablemates<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday August 3rd, 2pm<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Calm<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>A heavily frilled, multi-tiered crimson dress, black high heels, a crimson headband, and black onyx teardrop earrings<br/><strong>Profile Link::</strong>https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327490.msg15712489#msg15712489 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327490.msg15712489#msg15712489)<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>None<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Anastasia listened to Abraxis' address with only a small portion of her attention, her ears perking up when the old headmaster mentioned the Academic Tournament. Being her last chance to perform for the school, and an opportunity to display her strength before she was permanently attached to a desk in the manor, not to mention being a forum for her to run wild without worrying about the troublesome lectures from her injuring other students that slighted her in the halls, the fox's tails flicked happily in anticipation of the year's spotlighted event.<br/><br/>As the address fell upon Professor Strum's research, Anastasia's ears and eyes focused on the man. He was certainly powerful enough for her to develop a sliver of a crush on him, and handsome enough to keep him interesting to her. His lectures focused mostly on military grade magic, which had her signing up for his classes every year that she could. Of all the teachers of any particular skill, she had certainly cultivated a desire to be close to him, if only to utilize him for her own goals one day, and having such a renowned researcher in her pocket would surely make royal life easier when she graduated.<br/><br/>The headmaster's address ended and Anastasia began to pile her plate with copious amounts of the various meat dishes within her reach, her plate the near opposite of most of the girls around her, who had all filled a share of their plates with sweets and desserts with only a small side of actual food. The battle princess scoffed and started her meal, scanning the room for any transfers or first years that were even potentially worth her notice, let alone her recognition.