It was a warm and bright day as Enid Sinclair sat herself inside the classroom of Larissa Weems. Today Enid had worn her standard black and blue nevermore university outfit. Her blonde hair had been done up in a loose flowing hairstyle of course it had been. Two minutes later Enid’s eyes widened as she saw another female enter the classroom. “I’m Enid. Who might you be?” Enid asked quietly awaiting a response.