♔ Astarial ♔ discussion

A huge oak tree, which has been planted ever since the school was open to the rich, sits in the middle of the courtyard with silver benches lining around the tree for student to either relax on the large, green lawn, or an attempt to study.

Corra had every intention of eating her delicious lemon tart that afternoon. It was now lunch and she was the only one in the Courtyard. Everyone else seemed to have gone off to the dining hall where it would be, no doubt, rowdy. And Corra did not do very well in a rowdy building. Soaking in the warm sun, Corra beamed as her teeth sank into the yummy, sour goodness of her tart. Perfect, just perfect. Now all she had to hope was that no one would disturb her as she sat near the oak and enjoyed what little time left she had with her lunch

((Elizabeth? :D))