Anastasia Carmichael
This was one of those days you could never patiently wait for. Sometimes itβs from excitement and sometimes because youβre scared of the unknown. Both were the case for Anastasia. She was more excited than scared at this point, just sitting in that carriage made her think of every wonderful opportunity she would hopefully get here. As far as she knows, she could still do things she likes there, like ballet and horse riding so that kept her spirit up. The Carmichael barony is known for breeding and training some of the most stunning Stallions, growing up the first thing she learned after speaking and walking is riding horses. The whole ride to the Academy she kept her eyes glued on them, watching as their well taken care of mane moved lightly in the wind, feeling bad for them. Yes, they were strong enough to pull the carriage but their purpose isnβt that.
As soon as the carriage stopped her gaze immediately shifted to the small window, finally noticing this prestigious Academy her father kept talking about. And it looked exactly like that. For a moment there she got lost in her thoughts, analyzing every single detail on the Academyβs facade before she noticed someone opening the door for her, offering his hand. βThank you very much.β She politely answered with a warm smile, taking the manβs hand and getting out of the carriage. Her hand immediately flew down to her dress, fixing it as she took a moment to look around her. The first thing she noticed was how the greenery was well taken care of in this beautiful garden right in front of the Academy. If she wasnβt so into biology and herbology she would go straight to the tall doors but instead, she made her way to the most colorful flowers, appreciating the beauty right in front of her. One of her biggest fears was not feeling at home at this place but just like she was told, she already did in a way. This garden reminded her of home, with her estate having some of the most beautiful gardens it was hard not to feel good about this situation. βYouβre bags, miss.β The man spoke up making her jump a little as she turned back to face him with a guilty smile on her face. At that moment the footman rushed to greet Anastasia, taking her bags with him.
Taking a deep breath, she fixed her dress again as well as her hair taking a first step towards the tall doors of the school. Carefully opening them, she was greeted with warm yet hectic energy since it was the first day and everyone was a bit tense. Slowly stepping in as she played with the sleeves of her dress, she stood there at the entrance looking around the room in awe but unsure of what to do next.