Mute

The midday sun shined through the academy's courtyard. A small, thin figure sat silently on a bench looking around the courtyard which was, as far as she could tell, devoid of any students beside her. Anima had recently transferred to the school after her power was discovered by her family and many other people as she shot a beam of energy through the wall of a resturant, melting a large hole in the wall in the process.

Another girl around the other's age was heading over to the dorms when she spotted her. Normally she would continue on her way and head back to her dorm where she could do nothing for the rest of the day. That sounded nice. Instead, Aleta found herself walking towards a girl she had never seen before. Of course, there were a lot of people she had never seen before. But this girl wore an initiate's uniform. Approaching her from the front, the dark haired girl gave the other a wave before greeting her. "Hi, you must be new, right?"

Anima looked up at the approaching girl, waving back. She nodded in response to her question, a shy smile being displayed on her face. Looking at the girl who approached, Anima began to think of how she'd introduce herself. Luckily, the plain black pen and the notebook with a silver cover she always kept with her sat on the bench beside her. They had both seen a lot of use, although most would think Anima just wrote halves of conversations in the notebook.

A smile split Aleta's face as the girl nodded. So she was right about her being new. "Welcome to Beata, then." Aleta stopped not too far from the girl, remembering her manners to introduce herself to people. "I'm Aleta." The girl paused before beckoning to the seat next to Anima. "Is it okay if I sit here?" She asked, not wanting to intrude on anything. A cold breeze picked up, and the trees rustled, the slowly coloring leaves dancing in the wind. A reminder that fall was here. Lots of excitement was centered around Halloween.

Anima nodded again to the girl, picking up the notebook and pen sat next to her. She flipped through the pages of the notebook quickly, and then began to write in it. After a moment, Anima turned the notebook around, showing the page to Aleta. My name is Anima. The words were written neatly on the paper in blue ink. Anima had written on this page for the same reason she wrote on any other page in her notebook: she was mute. Her pen and her notebook were the closest thing to a voice she had ever had.

Aleta took a seat next to the girl, her eyes traveled to the note pad that the other girl held and was writing on. Curiously, she watched the blue ink on the paper and read the words that were written on the paper. Tilting her head, she read the girl's name. "Anima?" She repeated to herself, before making a connection. [color=pink]'Like, an enema.' The spring student held back a laugh, looking away and puffing out her cheeks in attempt to keep herself from laughing aloud.