"Thanks! Umm... Adela!" a younger classman shouted as he ran off towards the cafeteria. Adela stood on the walkway to the training center, her staff secured to her back. She let out a long sigh and, she too, began to walk to the cafeteria.

A large crowd was formed at the enterance when she arrived. "Wonderful!" she cried, "Hotdog day. Why can't they serve real food like a nice wurst?!" A few guys sent teases towards her way. The food here sucked, Adela hated it very much. Such simple food did not taste any better than garbage to her. Quickly she turned heel and left.

She neared her dorms as an upperclassman threw a wad of paper at her. Her forehead crunched up, but she restrained herself from hurting him. She just quickened her pace. She hastely punched in her keycode to get into her room and she made sure the door was closed before she flopped into her bed.

"What did I ever see in this life?" she questioned herself out loud. "Perhaps Mama and Papa were right, I am fit for only nobility." A tearn rolled down her cheek, but she wiped it away immediatly. She stood up and went over to her escritoire and pulled out a small journal.

"Time to check up on my magic stocks. No use in running out." she softly said to herself. "Offensive magics: Aero, 10; fire, 63; firara, 16; firaga, 4; Meltdown, 3; flare, 2; comet, 1. Supportive magics: sleep, 23; cure, 18; cura, 8; life, 4; dispel, 42." She scribbled down the changes as she listed it.

She streatched and yawned as she pulled her satin drapes shut. She climbed into bed for a mid-day-nap.