<div class="floatleft">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/320x240q90/540/1ZufbA.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:<em>Faith Hollister</em><br/><strong>Who:</strong><em>Cordelie Goode, Open</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong><em>Faith's Bedroom</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Sunday, 13th of July</em><br/><hr/>Miss Goode escorted Faith to her new room and then sort of vanished.<em>Of course, headmistress of the school for witches - I should have expected that.  </em><br/><br/>She stepped inside her bedroom, setting her suitcase and backpack on the floor by the door.  The room was much bigger than Faith was expecting and one bed meant no roommate.  Now<strong>that</strong>was a nice bonus.  The bedroom fit the parts of the house she had seen so far.  A bit old fashioned but very classy.<em>Oh God.  I'm never going to fit in here. </em><br/><br/>Faith resigned herself to social failure with a dramatic sigh and started unpacking.  Maybe all the other students were nerdy Goths and wouldn't care about who wore what or which damned fork to use.  She sat on the bed and tried to get a handle on her nerves.  After a few minutes she let herself topple backwards and stared up at the ornate chandelier, admiring the shimmering crystals and wondering what to do next.