Typical Meeting In The Hallway. [Maria]

[Feliciano Vargas]

Feliciano could have sworn the classroom he was looking for was hallways ago. Except he still hadn't found it. The bell had rung some time ago, and he was still wandering the halls, scarcely populated with students who happened to have a free period at the time. He considered asking one of them, and did decide to do so, his status likely dictating that he couldn't ask or request things of those he was obedient to aside, but most were of the rich upper class and didn't heed his requests beyond a glance, glare, frown, or sneer, or they ignored him completely. Others scolded him and told him, often snapping at him harshly, to leave them be. One in particular scared him just recently, and he quickly screamed and cried apologies, before running off.

Still running, unsure of where he was going besides away, he briefly forgot that he was actually supposed to be going to class, until he ran into a door of a(luckily unoccupied) classroom and saw the number on it. Of course, it wasn't the one he was looking for, but it was a somewhat similar number, so he turned and continued to run, glancing at the numbers sometimes when he wasn't looking at the girls.

He'd run into it eventually, right? Or he'd at least run into something, especially at this rate.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Maria was late. And she didn’t particularly care. The Prussian girl absently twirled a finger in her hair, curling it as she strode casually down the hallway. Vaguely she wondered where her twin was, and if he would be able to skip class to join her in possible shenanigans (not that she was lonely or anything, of course not; she didn’t need Gilbert with her every day, all day).

She blew out a sigh and adjusted the strap of her small red bag, lifting her hands to pin up her long silver hair expertly. Some strands hung in her face, but she didn’t bother to brush those out of her face. It was so boring without someone there for her to bounce her awesome personality off of. The junior supposed she would have to find a replacement for now…

Hearing footsteps echo down the hallway, Maria looked up curiously – reaching the corner of the hallway that lead to her stupid history class; such a useless course with a just as useless professor – just in time for a short boy to run into her. She shrieked at the sudden collision and fell back, staring up at him owlishly.

“Watch where you’re going, verdammt!” she hissed when her defenses kicked in, curling her legs up underneath her.