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Jas walked in. She was late, again. She hurriedly rushed p to as seat. She sat next to a girl but she didn't notice her.

((Yeah, sure, why not?))

Beatrice was fiddling with her fingers nervously. More people were walking in the class now. She observed them closely and silently.

Beatrice paid attention to the girl beside her. She got some sort of tensed vibe from her. She smiled at her politely.

She started to look around her. She wasn't used to this; normally people would go out of their way to talk to her. Yet she didn't dislike it either.

"Beatrice. Beatrice Conta." She said hesitantly.

"Oh. Nice to meet you." She said after a bit. Mila didn't strike her as a royal even a bit.

"So, is everything well?" Beatrice was a bit uncomfortable now. She didn't know how to act.

"Drama?" She raised an eyebrow.