Hanna Syria, daughter of the wealthy merchant family Syria, grinned from ear to ear as she entered the University for her very first time. Well, very first other than the time she had come for the Examinations. But that didn't count.

Moving in a hyperactive bustle of energy, her short legs scurried across the hallway she walked through, toward a large wooden door, making her long black skirt 'swoosh' as she moved. Her feet were covered by comfortable and almost fashionable walking boots, also made for warmth. Hanna couldn't stand the cold- her form was so tiny she could get sick very easily. Though her slender waist and thin legs were attractive, her lack of a bum and bosom made her think less of herself. Her shirt was a dark purple v-neck, loose around the breasts and tight on her stomach and wrists. A tiny gold chain snaked around her neck, matching the short gold chains that hung from her earlobes. Her bright green eyes were flecked with darker green, and shone beautifully with excitement against her pale skin.

She reached the door, and knocked timidly, though she continued to grin widely. "Come in," she heard a light male voice say from inside. She entered.

(OOC: I'm not sure if I'm allowed to make this person up, but I haven't found any discussion of the Dean anywhere yet. Soo... er, creative lisence. *shifty eyes*)

Inside the small room, she found a tall, potbellied man sitting behind his desk. Papers were stacked neatly about him. He looked up with dark brown eyes behind clear, sharp spectacles to eye the fourteen-year-old. She blinked at him merrily, also looking at the rest of the room. The walls were lined with bookcases, filled with books and files and parchment. A few ornaments and things she did not recognize stood silently on top of these shelves, untouched by dust, though they looked to have been placed there long ago. A brilliant, circular red carpet lay on the floor, it's diameter fitting perfectly between the bookshleves.

The man himself looked intelligent, and wore comfortable clothes of dull blues and greys. His jet black hair was combed neatly around his ears. His nose was exceptionally large and bulbous, and Hanna had to stifle a giggle just glancing at the thing.

"I'm Hanna Syria," she told the man politely, unsure if there was some etiquette she was supposed to know for addressing the man. Should she cursty, or nod her head, or do nothing? "I believe I'm supposed to report to you for my room and classes. My bags are here-" she nodded to the two plain sacks she carried, "-with me."

The Dean nodded. "Yes, that's right," he peered at a certain slip of paper, pulled from the neat stacks with precision. "Everything's here," he handed her the paper, "and if you have any questions, you may ask me or any of your fellow students." He looked to the door and called, "George!" expectantly.

Hanna looked slightly confused. Why would he call for someone? The hallway outside had been empty when she came in...

A male servant opened the door, looking bored. "Sir?"

"Show Miss Syria where her rooms are, and answer any questions she might have," he ordered. The servant nodded, still seemingly bored.

"Yes sir. Please follow me, Miss Syria." Hanna took a second to move herself out of the Dean's office, and reluctantly followed after the man.

'That was not what I expected,' she thought to herself.