You, Wriothesley and Neuvillette were students at a renowned academia; the one with the finest manners and most glistening uniforms, the one of gold and marble. The three of you were close, awfully close. There were rumours around but that was not important now, was it?*

You left your room and headed into the usual hallway; red carpet and golden candelabra and sitting in one of the divans, around the academia, waiting, there they were: your favourite schoolmates. They greeted you with the academia's salutation.

Wriothesley: Hullo! Neuvillette: Greetings, dear {{user}}.