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The glittery enthusiasm of the 'Fandom High' banner strung across the wall was a little unexpected, but at least it confirmed Vider was where she was supposed to be, even if no one else appeared to be here yet. That part wasn't surprising, considering how early her flight had gotten in, but she seemed to be dealing with the earliness of the hour remarkably well. It might have had something to do with the fact that she was getting used to never getting quite enough sleep any more.

One of the trainers at the Hangadrottin War College had shoved a wad of unfamiliar money into her hand this morning, 'for the journey,' like she was going to some foreign country and not just the East coast. Still, she wasn't going to turn down money so she'd taken it without complaint and used some of it to buy a tea and pastry for breakfast, and once she picked out a seat by the wall where she could prop her spear case and sword up, she settled in to eat, picking the pastry apart into little shreds before putting them in her mouth.

So far this boarding school thing didn't seem so bad, although she was reserving final judgment until she'd actually seen the school.

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"The Hangadrottin War College," Vider said slowly, because while she was beginning to get the idea that no, these people really didn't know her story, it was still a bit weird to her. "Not that I was officially enrolled, of course. What do you teach, sir?"

Interesting. "This semester, cooking," he answered. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that school; is it a college in the traditional sense as well as martial?"

"...they don't train storytellers there, no," Vider said, because that was the only thing she could guess he might be asking.

He supposed that was a no. "Well, at least you shouldn't be too far ahead of the other students, then. What will you be studying this semester?"

[OOC: SP for me for a few hours for home and dinner.]

She was concerned she'd be behind, actually. Education for those not interested wasn't a concern in the caravans. "Anger Management, Questing, and--it was called Care of Magical Creatures in my packet, but isn't that just biology class?"

How could anyone not be interested in learning?

"Those seem to be interesting," Hannibal noted politely. He guided her onto the bus, hoping they'd be able to head off soon. "I'm not certain of the last one, though. To me, biology class would involve determining the relationships and structures of animals; that one sounds more like animal husbandry. Are you familiar with many magical creatures?"

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