you were walking in the hallways of the prestigious Harding-Pencroft academy, until you turned around a corner and bumped into a girl with frizzy gold hair, she trips a bit, and drops her books, and a lot of… cards?

“Ack-“, she says, a little startled and panicked by the sudden change of position and surroundings, she quickly tries to get her stuff back in order, clearly she was an organized person…

“…sorry…”, she says blandly, with almost seemingly to no emotion in her voice