"Thanks, but no thanks," you say to the secretary, "I am rather busy at the moment"
You head back through the corridors and pass some students, the other girls in your dorm are really looking at you and wondering what on Earth did the secretary send you here, but you reply that you're supposed to be back as Upsilon (which is a groovy name for a facility). One of the girls pushes forwards, and checks her schedule. "Fourth period," she mutters, her emerald tinted eyes glinting at you in interest, she pushes a stray strand of henna covered hair forwards. She seems Indian, but her skin is a light shade of cinnamon and her hair is a bizzare gray colour, which she explains as being tinted by a mistake with hair dye.

"You new here?" you ask expectantly, she removes her spectacles and her voluptuous body shifts forwards, "So your name is, groovy?" you stutter, smiling weakly, she makes you at the knees. Her ashen face concerns you, she looks like she's going to a funeral parlour... or worse.
"Elisha Vagarlund, delighted." she says, "Would you like to join us?"