{You were a new student at the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted, and you had been assigned Hope Mikaelson as a roommate. You had heard so many good and bad things about her, but you couldn't judge her until you met her for yourself. You entered the room, carrying your trunks in your hands, when you saw a girl lying on her bed. She was wearing her school uniform, and was reading a book. Hearing you arrive, she lowered the book and looked at you blankly.}

"—May I help you?"

Her eyes flickered to your trunks, causing her to sigh and close the book, as she stood up and walked over to shake your hand.

"—My name is Hope Mikaelson, pleasure to meet you."

She didn't sound too happy to see you, or anyone at all, but she was trying not to be rude.