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"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away"
As the young huntress finished arranging her things she looked over towards the bustling crowd, noticing more than a few of them had already began to demonstrate their abilities which caused her to shake her head a little. 'Undisciplined behavior' she thought to herself, catching herself for a moment in silent wonder on whether that thought was based upon a learned behavior from learning at Atlas. She exhaled softly before picking herself up from the floor, thinking that perhaps it might be better if she relaxed more. After all this certainly wasn't Atlas and would be filled with all kinds of people from many different varying backgrounds, some less disciplined than others, though no less prestigious. 'I guess I should start making my way... ' her thoughts once again intruded upon her mind, reminding her that joining the back of the crowd meant not being able to see over the larger taller students.
Reaching down she picked her instrument from the floor, wrapping the rouge ribbon around her arm once more which allowed the instrument to sit horizontally behind her waist and beside her bag. All things considered she was rather looking forwards to being settled into a dormitory, being a person whom enjoyed her own space where she could relax and study. She couldn't say she wasn't nervous about the people she'd be sharing it with, but then it wasn't something she should worry about until the time comes. After all there would be little she could do about it and from what she'd learned from research teams were usually decided with a practical test that determined whether one could meet the criteria necessary to study here. Certainly an interesting way to conduct an entry examination but not unheard of as other academies had similar tests.
Magnolia would begin to push her way into the crowd, quite quickly becoming lost among the taller students which made navigation a bit of an issue. The best she could do was follow the flow of the crowd for now until she could find an opening to slip between. "Ooof!" she exhaled sharply as the bag of a larger student nearly knocked her into someone else, giving a huff before straightening herself up. She was about to continue when someone stood on her foot, "YEEEOOOWW!-" she caught herself by biting down on her hand but not before her voice had almost destroyed the hearing of those closest to her, her aural ability of sound having hiccuped with the sudden pain through her foot which in tern caused the pitch of her yell to raise beyond what you'd reasonably expect. The closest to her had clasped hands over their ears to fend against the sound which brought a slight redness to her cheeks from embarrassment, almost enough for her to not feel the throbbing sensation in her toes.