Stay away from the terrifyingly strong girl

⚃⚃ + 1(Care) = 9

You manage to sidle out, muttering something about sticking with the first years, but you get the feeling you hurt her feelings. Not long after, someone stands up and begins to give a speech.

"Witches and wizards in training," she has a calm voice, like someone speaking quietly, only much louder. Whoever's speaking really knows how to project. "I am Headmistress Kess." She pronounces it "Head Mistress", but you don't notice. "You have all come here to deepen your understanding of magic, but also, I remind you, to deepen your understanding of your classmates. For this purpose, as always, students are required to form Bathas, to foster cooperation between the Houses. I also remind you not to focus so much on getting to know your friends that you forget to go to final exams. Petunia, Alex, Peter, Xavier, Eli, Francine, George." She looked from table to table, presumably at the students who had done that. "The first year students can only go into town on weekends, and all students must have permission from a professor before leaving campus. Duels are permitted only when supervised by a professor who has agreed to the duel. You are not allowed to hurt your opponent, or fellow students. I can't even believe I need to say that. Finally, I encourage you to ask for help whenever anything goes wrong. Both myself, and your heads of house are always available. We won't judge you, we have seen worse, and we won't tell you about it. There is a door to my office in common areas of every house, and for those of you who notice that that's impossible... welcome to Alexandria, try not to get lost." There's some applause, and people begin to get food and eat.

You it in silent solitude, and when the meal is over, the two students who seem to be in charge stand up. "Alright, follow us, and we'll take you to the Toscra dorms. Try to memorize the way."

⚃⚀ + 1 (Care) = 6.

The path is very confusing, and you're worried that you won't be able to find your way back.

When you get there, you are told that there are little cards on one of the tables with everyone's name on one side, and their room number on the back, with a key taped to it. Everyone's luggage is in the common area when you get there, having been sent there when you arrived, probably not by magic, as you still need to haul it to your room.

You wait until everyone has stopped crowding around the table before you get your card, and flip it over to see 861.

⚁⚅ + 1 (Care) = 9

Wait a moment, you flip over the card. 198. You thank god you noticed that, and didn't waste your time on a wild goose chase. You carry your bags to the end of the hall, where you see an open door with two names on it. Eliza, and Anastasia.

You step into the doorway, and see a cute brunette arranging stuffed animals and pillows on the two beds. The beds are normal, but there's two of them, pushed together, with matching lavender blankets. You realize that the only reason you identified the light purple as lavender is that you can smell lavender. You can see a few small glass vases with water and lavender, including one on the end table next to the beds, as well as a small lamp, with, of course, a purple shade. Even the curtains are purple.

"Uh, Anastasia?" you ask her, interrupting her busily sorting various things into drawers.

"Oh, it's actually Anastaaaahhh-ziii-uh." she corrects you in a sing-song voice. "And you must be Eliza, right? Come on in!" You step in and put your bags down as she skips over to you, and reaches out and grabs some of your hair, you almost jerk back, but stop yourself, knowing it'd just make her pull your hair by accident. "Are you a natural blonde?"

"Uh... yeah?"

"That's totally perfect! I made friends with these two girls, and one has black hair, and the other has red hair, and since my hair is brown, we were like, wow, if we had a blonde too, that'd be great!"

"Right, uh, what's with all the purple?"

"Lavender." She corrected, "And it's my favorite color right now, like my lipstick, or my nails!" she shows them off as she speaks, and your a little surprised that her nails aren't that long, she seemed like she'd have very long nails.

"Right now?"

"My favorite color changes like, all the time!"

"But you decided to make the whole room pu- lavender?"

"Oh, well, I learned this neat spell, which can change the colors of things, so if tomorrow I decide I want everything to be red, abracadabra!"

"Oh. Right."

"Great timing, by the way, I just finished setting up the room! What dresser do you want?"

"Uh, I don't really care." Why would you, they are right next to each other, just like everything else in the room.

"Alright, I'll take this one."

You start unpacking your clothes and putting them in the dresser.

⚂⚂ + 0(Observation) = 6

You think you see her shove something way in the back of one of the drawers, but don't see what it is. After a while, you realize that Anastasia is looking at you.

"Uh, what?" you ask.

"Where's all your sexy clothes."

"Uh, I don't really have any?"

"What?! But that's such a waste, you're so hot!"

"Look, I'm not interested in that stuff, okay?"

"Fine. But just so you know, you can always borrow some of mine, you don't even have to ask."

You finish putting your clothes away in silence. It's just your luck to be paired with someone like her, who only thinks about boys.

As it turns out, it wasn't over. As you unpacked your toiletries, and she unpacked hers, you weren't surprised to see that she had more than you, although you were surprised at how much more. Had she bought out a whole store or something?

You're not surprised to see her gaping at your lack of a similar absurd collection.

"Do you not have-"

"No, I don't, okay?! I don't have any fucking any makeup, or whatever other shit you use to make boys stare at you, because unlike you, my life doesn't revolve around making myself look pretty so I can get laid!"

She practically gapes at you. "Are you fucking kidding me? You think you're better than me because you don't take care of yourself? It feels nice to not have dry skin and tangled hair, and you'd probably like it too if you weren't so stuck up!" She turns toward the door, and you think you see tears in her eyes. You wonder if you went too far, and judged her too harshly.