<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Cadance-avi.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Cadance Lumarian<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Robichaux's Academy - Her Room, Ancestry Room<br/><strong>When:</strong>Friday the 13th, June.<br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://indulgy.net/Q7/9E/2/30680841180946158xDR2tWrfc.jpg) <br/>(http://static.heels.com/images/shoes/outside_view/medium/ZCC006_OUT.jpg) <br/>(http://www.accentclothing.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/378x490/b58515f018eb873dafa430b6f9ae0c1e/b/e/belstaff_bag_leather_newyork_postman_756312_tan_ms11.jpg) </div></div></div><hr/><br/>She had barely been here a day. She wasn't even unpacked yet. Hadn't met any of the students yet. Just one teacher who showed her to her room. Come to think of it, she was the only teacher. Already she was homesick. She only had one family member yet, as odd as she was, Cadance loved her grandmother. Now she was in a new place, with new people, alone. Then again, she was used to being alone. But at least back home there were familiar faces. Here, it was like starting over. Though she supposed it wouldn't have been any different had she gone to a actual college.<br/><br/>She heard the headmistress voice blare over the speaker. What could this be? A gathering of new students? She plunked the map out of her bag and looked it over for the mentioned room. Spotting it, she then folded the map neatly and tucked it into the side pocket of her bag before slinging the bag over her shoulder before slipping on her shoes. Here goes something, she'd have to face probably the entire school for the first time. God she hated orientation day and introductions.<em>'Please don't make me stand up and talk to everybody.'</em>She thought.<br/><br/>It took her a few minutes to find her way through the hall and in front of a door. At least maybe being a little late meant that maybe everybody else was pretty much there. She pushed the door open and saw the headmistress along sort three students already there. Apparently not enough so she could slip in without notice. She smiled meekly around the room, only really pausing when her eyes met Ms. Goode's, before slipping herself next to the back wall and attempting to drop her glaze away from the other students as she paid attention to Ms. Goode. She was too shy to say anything any of them right now. Some of them seemed to already be chatting anyway and she would just disturb them if she did, if they even heard her. Were there more students than this? Or was the class simply this small. Witches were probably a rare thing after all. She didn't know a whole lot of details on 'her people', it was strange to even think she even had 'people like her' now.