Aciel wandered down the long hall of the school, a ray of light in a tiny pink sundress, her hair tied back into a ponytail, her class bag slung neatly over her shoulder, and she hummed a sweet tune as she counted down the names of the rooms. "Art art art.. No, this one seems to be music as well.." she bantered on with herself, her brow furled slowly as she grew more impatient with finding her next class. "The plaque said the art department was down this way..." she paused, looking down the seemingly endless hallway of doors, resting a slender finger on her lips in thought. "Maybe I took a wrong turn.. But.. The hallway was straight.. Oh, I wish I had someone to ask for directions.." she pouted, slumping against the wall with a sigh.

"Miss. Whiterose?" asked a female voice from one of the classrooms. A tall woman with short brown hair wearing a red suit emerged from one of the classrooms. "Ah, there you are. I was starting to wonder if you had gotten lost." she greeted with a smile.

Behind her was a classroom with a blackboard on the wall closest to the door, with the teacher's desk not far off. Several students were clustered in the far side of the room, sitting behind canvas sheets or drawing away in their sketchbooks. In the middle of the room between the cluster of students and the teacher's desk was a rectangular wooden table big enough for someone to sleep on.

She smiled almost instantly, giving a polite bow. "Yes! Hello! I'm so glad someone found me before I gave up.." she blushed lightly "I had actually gotten lost walking down the same hall, it seems to go on forever!" her hand crossed her mouth daintily as she laughed at her own comment. She then let her arms fall in front of her, crossing them at the wrists with a cute smile. "Are you the instructor, miss?" She asked, half inspecting the room behind her.

"Yes, I apologize for that. It seems I grabbed one too many music labels and forgot the ones for the art class." she said a little embarrassed. "But your timing is quite impeccable actually. I just got word that the student who volunteered to model for the class is sick, so I was hoping maybe you would fill in for her?" she asked clasping her hands together in a manner that almost seemed to beg.