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a large brick-paved area right in front of the door to the entrance hall. picnic tables are everywhere, for eating, studying, or just vibing.

With her left leg over her right, her thin fingers holding onto the lower spine of a book, she was like a painting. Valentina's long platinum blond hair was tied back today, a ribbon wieved through a bun on the back of her head, her curtain bangs framing her mask. It was midafternoon, she had no classes for the rest of the day, and had decided to spend it reading and outside. It was nice out after all, so why waste that time inside as she often found herself doing, since she preferred it. But a change of heart never hurt, right?

The doors to the courtyard opened, and Sansa walked through and beelined for another bench, where she could just sit and inhale the sent of flowers and clear her head. The Fern had spent all morning in the infirmary helping people and while she liked it, even she needed fresh air sometimes, and seeing the injured people sometimes tested her spirit. It was tragic, at times. Now, Sansa noticed Valentina, who was in her house but the year behind her. She would give her a small smile if she looked up, but for now Sansa settled herself on another bench and took a deep breath.

the male had walked into the courtyard. the area under his eye was bruising a bit now and he seems to have hurriedly taped a cotton ball to his nose. it was done clumsily, so likely not by the nurse. he had also been a fern like the other two, however, samael was much younger. currently, he was only in his third year. despite that, the male has already created quite the reputation for himself, much like the others in his little group. it was bound to happen anyways, after all, even if they tried to hide it everyone was bound to find out who their parents were. that was all it took for rumors to spiral. of course, samael didn't help any of them with his peculiar attitude, and well, testing out his little gimmicks all over, like the incident with the makeshift smoke bomb in the classroom, or the explosion in the courtyard last month. of course, his family more than made up enough for the damage. But that didn't stop the rumors around everywhere. then, he was always getting into fights with some of the wisterias. he had a big mouth and is rather cocky, so it's a given. especially since he was raised to be a wisteria rather than a fern. he was the asshole that just kept giving. it's just, nobody wanted anything that he was giving.

Val looked up from her book, she could see Sansa a bench over from her. Sansa was seventh year if she remembered correctly, and a good student at that, the type of person Valentina didn't mind having around. Not to mention she didn't start arguments and conflicts, from what she'd heard.
Not normally being one for small talk, she decided to step out of her comfort zone. Getting up she tucked the book into her tote bag, and brushed off her skirt, before walking over and sitting down at the table with her house-mate.
"How did things go this morning?" she asked.
Knowing that many Ferns like herself volunteered at the infirmary from time to time, it was a good skill to have since Ferns tended to be the support team and support members on a mission. With a drifting gaze, she caught a glimpse of Samael, a younger Fern who she knew only to cause trouble. Mind you, she hadn't spoken with him yet, so she could only assume his character by watching him.

Sansa looked up once more when she heard Samael walk outside. Immediately, she froze, her dark brown eyes widening when she saw the cotton ball and the bruising. But her worry turned into a frown as she realized whoever had placed the cotton ball there didn't do as well of a job as they should have. Sansa was about to get up and ask if she could re-do that as well as grab him an ointment for that bruising under his eye, when to her surprise, Valentina actually got up and sat with her--and then talked to her.
For a moment, Sansa stammered, unsure what to say because Valentina never spoke to many people, but also--mainly--because Sansa struggled with social anxiety and what did Valentina want from her? No, she had to remind herself, nothing, necessarily. She sighed and tucked some dark hair behind her ear. It was an easy enough question.
"Not bad," she answered, but then paused. "Mostly. Just had to patch up some students in the younger years who went too hard at one another in combat before they fully knew what they were doing." Sansa was one of the only ones at the Academy who could be considered a pacifist. She had a special arrangement with the school, in fact, where they didn't make her take any combat aside from self-defense, and where she never picked up a gun unless she had to. That's why she worked to heal, to heal and invent things to knock out and not kill. To save lives, not end them. "Though," she added in her soft voice, "two seventh years from Wisteria were brought to us unconscious from their combat class." One of them had surprised her, but she'd done what was needed anyway.
Sansa did not want to speak to Samael--she knew his reputation and she was a much quieter person than him, to say the least. But Valentina was polite so far, and she gave her a smile.
"How about you? How has your day been? Also, what book are you reading, if I may ask?" She asked.