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"I mean, I can see WHY but.....don't you find it kinda creepy?"

”Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer classical music, obviously. Um, but I do kinda like old Filipino bands; that's really kind of my parents' faults, though, they really love the classics. Don't think the names Eraserheads or Sugarfree sound familiar to you, do they?"

”Hey, maybe we could look together after this. Assuming, y'know, your wingtips back there are okay with that."

"Honestly? Um....Music's really the only one I remember off the top of my head."

"Actually, I wasn't sure either. The class list's pretty crazy, huh? I did a little research but I'm not sure what I'd do, honestly."

Something she could relate to. Good. She had context for this. This was something people outside the supernatural world could talk about. So therefore, she could talk about it,

Bernie sighs, returning the smile with a friendly one. She tilts her head a little to get a closer look at Lilly.

They were vampires, but that wasn't any reason to not be friendly, as far as Bernie could tell.
"I'm actually here on a music program, you see. I never was any good at stuff like computer science, you know?"

Bernie doesn't catch Scarlet spying her nervous fidgeting. Not that it was solely because of proximity of vampires (Bernie wasn't raised to dislike vampires, but her parents kept instilling it into her to be careful around them and being in a new place, with a ton of supernaturals AND strangers wasn't helping), but the presence of armed guards in the hall wasn't helpful. The armed guards were probably doing worse things for her nerves than the vampires were; the vampires were, at least, talking and trying to fit in with people, so at least they were trying to come off less scary than their reputation.

Which was more than either the guards or Bernie were doing.

And then some random guy had just come up to shake her hand. Bernie blinks, shaking her head, the talking snapping her out of her fugue. She brushes a stray hair from her eyes, musters a smile and nods back, shaking his hand.
"Oh, uh.....hi. I'm Bernie, nice to meet you too. Um, not really, just.....you know, new place, new people, kinda hard to get used to it all so quick, you know?"

Berenice Pagtakhan was, truth be told, feeling nervous.

It felt like only last week she was leaving high school behind, celebrating the last time she'd ever step foot through those doors. It felt like only last week that her last university retracted her application at almost the last minute and they had to flurry about and find a place that'd take someone of her ancestry. It felt like only last week that she was touring this place, looking up the accommodations, asking questions and talking to a few people and wondering what it'd be like being in place with mostly supernatural people for a change instead of being the only supernatural in the neighbourhood, where they taught you magic alongside human anatomy, and where people talked about performing alchemy the same way kids would be talking about drinking Jagerbombs.

It was all changing quickly within so little time and anyone else might get rather quickly overwhelmed.

But Bernie was nothing if not adaptable.

She strolls in and sits at the edge of the row next to the guy talking to the weird parasol girls, hoping quietly she wasn't late yet.