My Ranking Points
Yet another person had just sat down, this one a third-year Neverboy that she thought she recognized, mostly because he had snakes in place of hair. By Jove, they really had to find a better meeting place.
“So. I suppose introductions are in order, since a few of you have told us your names. I’m Pr- Aoibh. Aoibh Morrigan,” she said, catching herself before using her official title. She had taken the name Morrigan for a reason, and it was not so she could use her title outside of Cornwall.
Everyone said their names, some sharing fairytale relatives and places of origin, others not. The Never- Tavienne, Aoibh believed- was still looking around suspiciously.
“So, as third-years, you must be greatly affected by the recent changes have occured. Tell me, what do you think of Kamaria. Answer honestly; I detest liars,” she said, putting on her royal voice: kindness with a tinge of condescension. She looked the three newcomers in the eyes carefully, putting a silent meaning into her gaze.