[Fallen]

The small box of condensed pineapple juice had Quinn more thirsty than she was before she had bought it. It seemed as though the more she drank, the thirstier she became. This could have either been because of her failure to drink the proper amounts of water she needed each day, or because she focused too much on the studies of whether soft drinks, such as soda's or condensed juices, truly did quench one's thirst or leave him thirsty for more. In the end, the debate between which reason it was only left Quinn even more thirsty, causing her to continue to drink the overly sweet juice.

Walking past the one of the main student groups of the academy, Quinn couldn't help but hear what they were talking about. Aside from their usual (and still strong) conversation of who was more powerful, there was mention of.. a new boy. In the few students who were speaking of this boy, she could feel an interesting wave of thought that went through them, a thought that goes through everyone's mind when a new student arrived: curiosity with a tint of arrogance. Were these students going to approach this boy? Would he be troubled by them? Before she could answer these questions, she spotted a quiet, purple haired boy sitting in the seat she sat in most. Of course, Quinn approached him. She stood, waiting until she knew she had captured his attention.

"You're in my seat."