((OCC: Guess I'll nab that last spot, now we have one full room :3. This first post will be long, but the others will be shorter, promise. I have had experience with RP's before so I know not to play others chars and junk like that, but if I do something wrong don't hesitate to remind me :S))
"Gah...They really were serious about taking me to a good school to make me learn music." Leda sighed and face palmed at her lack of seriousness to the situation till just now. She was loitering in the academie's foyer, she honestly didn't want to be here right now.
"At least this place is well presented." Leda muttered to herself, indulging in the view presented to her. With all these columns and that granite reception desk, this place was no doubt pricy to her parents.
"Can I help you?" the receptionist noticed Leda pacing about blindly, wondering if she actually had any buisness here.
"Ah yeah, I transfered here. My name's Leda Swan." Leda quickly gathered a suitable composture as she spoke, first impressions always count afterall.
"Leda? The adopted child of Rumi the diva popstar?" the receptionist perked up in excitement, as if she met an actual celebrity. Leda didn't really like the popularity, it was like being an open diary for all to see, and she preferred her privacy.
"Yeah, I am." Leda was blunt, she was used to this now. "May I know my floor and room numbers so I can get myself unpacked?" She knew by now that being nonchalant about it would kill the excitement as quickly as it came, and for now it worked.
"Let me see." the receptionist checked her computer for Leda's room placement. "Floor 49, Room 487. You are with Rydia and Micajah, and have a nice stay at the academy. (
"Thanks." Leda was about to grab her bags when she remembered a question she wanted to ask. "Does this school have magic practices? And which instrument has my parents placed me under?"
"Yes, we do teach magic here. And it says here you're learning to play the keyboard." the receptionist was rather fast in response, at least she knew what she was talking about.
Leda wanted to run as far away as she could... the keyboard? She doesn't even know how to play a dam flute, let alone a keyboard. "Sweet, Is there any way to transfer some of my classes?"
"You can talk to the subject coordinator later, for now you should just get yourself sorted for school." the receptionist was right. Leda was going to be in for a rough ride, best to make the most of it. "Oh and don't forget; do not go past floor 50, ever."
Leda thanked the lady and went on her way. She shouldered her laptop case and carried her bags toward the working elevator, where she would be taken to her new room. "I hope my roomates are nice people, and not some mean freaks."
Leda was already thinking pessimisticly.
When she reached the door she realized that the receptionist forgot to give her the key to her room. "For goodness sakes... hopefully someone is in there."
Leda grumbled to herself as she knocked at the door, asking if anyone was present.