Principal Moures had a tight bun pulled to the back of her head, the brown hair slicked down and defined bones in her face. Eliza's hair had been carefully braided and woven, in a fashion, in a loose bun as well clad in the school uniform. Principal Moures was not one to be excited, except when an excessively wealthy student joined the school generating more income. A student such as Eliza. 

     "Students, I'm more than ecstatic to introduce to you the brilliant young woman joining us here at Melliuer." Principal Moures said, smiling widely, "Eliza Benedetti."