Marilyn entered the roon casually, her blonde hair slung over her shoulder. It'd been three years since she'd attended a class...and she couldn't help but feel excited. The professors had always been so...entertaining.

She spotted several people she knew, but didn't look upon them directly. Instead, she kept walking 'til she was on the far side of the room, sitting at a table slowly. A flower sat lifelessly on the surface until her bottom hit the seat...In which it started to glow a lovely shade of silver. The smile that graced her face was a small one, but a smile all the same.

Finally looking up, Marilyn noticed the bundles of flowers floating across the room.

Interesting...