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Florencia had finally wandered out of her room, a customary book in hand, as she drifted across the campus. As fall rapidly approached and summer came to a close, the heat of the tropics had also begun to dissipate. That was one of the biggest things she appreciated about a magical tropical island — even though it didn't make sense, they more or less still had four seasons.
As she floated from each empty classroom to the next, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Frumpy old sweater, ugly nun skirt that came to just above her knees, old scuffed shoes. Her nose wrinkled as her tail flickered irritably. Pulling her sweater taut around her body, her back arched faintly, and she studied her figure in the mirror. She supposed she didn't look too bad, she just dressed horribly. Realising how absolutely ridiculous she probably looked right now, Florence released her sweater, the worn fabric gratefully settling back into it's accustomed spot.

There was a quiet classroom at the very end of the hallway, the doorknob looked like it hadn't been touched in a century. Timidly, she pushed the door open, forcing it more as it refused to give. Eventually, she pushed her way in and stared, confused to find an assortment of tables, desks and chairs scattered around. A worn old armchair was even squatted in the corner, heaped with old writing materials. It didn't make a very beautiful setting at all — the paint was cracked and peeling from the walls, and the floor was worn and scuffed with much use. Deciding that it was a good enough place, Florence settled herself in, slowly beginning to appreciate her newest secret hiding place. Deciding that the armchair looked a bit too unsafe, Florencia precariously clambered up on a desk, her bushy tail puffing out in distaste as dust clung to it. Her legs folded together, trying to find her balance on the old perch. As she fussed and fidgeted, her ears pricked, hearing footsteps. Immediately, Florencia panicked, assuming a not so natural pose — her back rigid and eyes wide, legs crossed together underneath, and her elbow glued to her knee, almost as if she were about to pretend to be a statue. Yes, she could be a statue, and they wouldn't come in here.

From her awkward reading position, Florencia started violently, hearing a crash from the window. A faint 'oh' escaped her lips, and she swiveled her body towards the window, her previous occupation quickly forgotten. The resulting creature looked something that had come out of her stories, and her eyes grew wider as she took the time to examine the boy. He was swimming around in a pile of glass shards, a seemingly painful opertion that she didn't understand at the moment. Thankfully, he stood shortly, and she watched in relative uncomfortable silence as he tugged the piece of glass out of his skin.
Inching forward on her table, Florence stopped a couple inches short of the edge, her nose twitching as she tried to discern the damage done to school property. Weren't there rules about destroying the school? If there weren't, there really should be. Oh, but the boy was still hurt, wasn't he?

"Oh, um, are you okay?" Her ears moved forward, her tail flickering in interest. Creeping further to the edge of the table, Florence opted to remain on top of the safety of her piece of furniture, even though it realistically gave her little to no protection against another person. If she could even call this creature a person. He had horns that looked an awful lot like a sheep, and a tail to match. The centrepiece were the wings, though, and she couldn't help but stare at them. They were very pretty, gradient purpled things. Everything about him was purply, but she didn't mind it. He looked like some sort of overgrown bat thing, and her hand came up to pull her hair away from her eyes to stare easier. "You look very different." Probably rude of her, but she hadn't been out on the campus enough to experience any other magical looking creatures.

Florence froze, staring at the blood. Oh. Um. "I... Not really, but..." She felt bad for the boy especially. Those windows probably hadn't been washed in an eternity, and she bet they held all sorts of germs and potential infections. Her eyes were drawn to his wings, admiring the gradient. Her hand had drifted to her skirt, her mind providing the idea to perhaps shred a bit of the fabric off to make a temporary bandage until he could go get it looked at professionally. The school was fitted with more than enough healers, and even if infection set in, they would no doubt be able to take care of it in time.

"I'm... That's none of your business." Really, she had just come here to ignore the fact that she had less of a social life than a snail. Hopping off the table, Florencia hooked her finger through one of the loose stitches in the hem of her little skirt, tugging until it ripped. Following the hem upwards, Florence was about mid thigh before she realised that she didn't have much of a way to shred lengthwise. Stopping, she flushed a little irritably. "I ... Um." Why did she even do that. "I guess you can have what's left of this ..." Her ruined piece of clothing didn't really do much for her anymore, and she stared down at it sort of uselessly. That was a really stupid idea, wasn't it? "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be going around crashing into windows anyway... You could get into trouble."

Florence flushed red, frustrated and irrited with this boy. She was trying to help him, and he was getting mad because he could see her. Her hand gripped the two ends of the fabric, happy that she hadn't torn it completely to shreds. Holding it shut, Florencia missed being able to cross her arms. Making do with a scolding expression, Florencia settled one hand on her hip. "Well if you would practice more, you wouldn't be tossing yourself into windows like a bird." That had come out more insulting than she intended, and her free arm came up to cover her mouth.

In a faint way, she admired the boy for not worrying about getting into trouble, but on the other side, it terrifyed her. Even just the idea of getting in trouble scared her. "You should be more worried about that window. They're gonna catch you, and then you'll be sorry." She didn't know who they were, but her faith in the justice system was unwavering. Obviously, they would have the means to find out who broke one of their windows. "Why are you here, anyway, why couldn't you have crashed elsewhere?"

"Yes, practice." Florence hissed irritably at the stranger, taking his destruction of the school as a personal offense. "You could control it if you practiced..." Her eyes flickering to the side, Florencia reluctantly let the matter drop, her gaze returning to the stranger as he ... Asked her something quite odd.

No, she was perfectly happy sitting here alone. But, her body leaned in slightly, and her mind reasoned that yes, she was kinda glad. More than kinda, even ... Her cheeks immediately flushed red, and her hands twisted in her lap. "I ... I suppose I am ..." It would have been better if he crashed on top of me. Startled at this train of thought, Florence sat up, suddenly uncomfortable with her own mind. She had never thought anything like that before. "Are ... You glad you crashed here?" In a lame attempt to flirt back, Florencia slid a bit closer, suddenly fascinated with getting to know this stranger.