A/N: Skylark again. Another chapter. Kasta didn't want to write this one. So it's my job, I guess.

Disclaimer: I own Rayne. Kasta owns Juliette and Ellie. In Ellie's POV


The room was a peaceful purple color and the other was a bold dark blue. Purple was more my color. Purple and silver being my all-time favorites. Very stylish.

I tossed my small bag and my larger suitcase on the bed and stared into the other room to see another girl sitting on a bed. She looked nice enough. Reserved. Possibly even kind. "Hi," I called to her, slowly walking to the doorway that separated the two rooms. "I'm Ellie," I said, sounding a bit like I was talking to myself with the low emptiness to the room.

"Rayne," she replied, flipping her waterfall of icy, sky blue hair over one shoulder with a fishnet coated hand. "Nice to meet you. And can I safely assume that's Princess Juliette of Rosaria behind you?"

I spun on my heels to see a girl sitting on the bed opposite to mine. Her eyes flitted up to look me over for a long moment before going back to pain her nails a soft shade of Easter yellow. "Yup. But I prefer Juliette," she told us, her platinum blonde hair falling over one shoulder with a faint glow of gold radiating off of it. "It's easier than remembering the planet all the time. But I'm just saying."

I took in the amount of bag floating around the room, putting clothes in dressers as they flew about. And I felt my jaw just drop to the floor, shock overwhelming my senses. Because it kicked in that I was really at Alfea.

"I get the point," said Rayne, a bit harshly. Her pale pastel blue eyes were watching me skeptically. "And Ellie, you're from...?"

The question hung in the air for the longest time until the door got thrown open and Miss Peters, the headmistress, came in with her hands on her hips. "Rayne Winston," she said, fury blazing in her eyes

I cringed and ducked closer to my bed, seeing that the headmistress's voice had whipped Juliette out of her nail painting. She was staring at Rayne and Miss Peters as well.

That was when I got a good look at Juliette. Bright eyes, long gold hair, a warm and friendly smile. She was practically glowing 'princess'. A nice dress of yellow and pastel golds clung to her petite and lithe frame.

I was nothing compared to her. And Rayne... She was just awesome.

I was dull compared to those two. One was every color of the rainbow and the other was a golden goddess. I had my boring brown hair with little curls to the tips and my deep purple clothes with bits of silver here and there. The only good part about me was the way my silver and purple eyes glittered when it was dark. That was it.

And Rayne was running out the door, Miss Peters running after her, looking old and clumsy in her high heels and too tight, super-long skirt.

My gaze found Juliette and we smiled at each other before sharing a long moment of giggling together.

There would be some interesting times here at Alfea.


A/N: there's that. Review. Thanks!

~Sky