Rosalie walked into the room, and scanned the empty desks for any promising possabilities. After a moment, she opted to take the empty desk next to Cassandra, who she recognized from her own house.
"Hey Cassandra." Rosalie greeted her through a yawn as she pulled out her chair, and sat down.
Before placing her head on her folded arms, which laid on the table top, Rosalie gathered her long auburn hair into one hand and bound it into a messy braid, then tied it off with a piece of black leather.
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