Gilda walked the halls of the new wing of Miator with purpose.  What that purpose was, she wasn't telling, but there was nothing like confidence to make people assume you were suppsed to be there, even if you were wearing the outfit of another school.  In this case, she was wearing the outfit of Le Rim, her own school.  For anyone else who might want to ask questions, there was the badge of honor, the greatest of acclaim, her badge of presidency.  Besides, she had campaigned most of last year to get this new building up and she had a right to see how it was going.  Without her, it probably never would have gotten done and the old presidents would have just bickered about trees and stone forever.  The building owed everything to her, she pretty much owned it.  Her true purpose, though, was to figure out where the entrance to the catacombs were.  There was bound to be some good stuff down there.  Maybe even a hidden library.  What she really needed were journals from the founder.  All the official documents and given reasons for the school were just so much party line.   She'd written enough of that in her speeches to recognize it.  She wanted some real results, journals or something.  There had been some commotion about girls finding weird books or something last year so maybe there were a few left. 

Unfortunately, the president was not having much luck.  Everything was leading to dead ends, or storage rooms, or walled up stairs.  It was getting on her nerves.  More than that, she hadn't been able to search for secret switches or walls because there were so many people around.  That would draw attention faster than anything and a nun would definitely want a word.  It was too risky asking the students too.  They might not understand the beauty and justness of her cause no matter how hard she preached.  She wasn't willing to risk everything on a slim chance and finding a journal of the founder was the slimmest of chances. 

But the students would have to know, certainly.  After all, it was their school.  Their building.  At least some of the more rebellious ones.  But she didn't expect to have much luck catching them smoking in the bathroom or whatever.  And she was too noticeable to follow any girls with signs of rebellion in their too short uniforms and tattered jackets.  She just hadn't expected it to be this difficult.  It was history, those catacombs, and history ought to be open to the world so that the world could learn from it, gosh darn it.  She kept plodding along, smiling at the passing girls as she simmered inside.  At this rate, she would have to see if there was a staircase upstairs that skipped the ground floor and that seemed even less likely.

It was just a normal day for her - breakfast, classes, lunch, more classes, dinner. And repeat. Every day was the same here, not that she minded too much. It was sort of relaxing, in a way, to have such a uniform schedule. The small strawberry blonde girl had accidentally fallen asleep early the previous night, having worked herself out from practicing kendo in her room, and she had forgotten to do her homework for the next day. So now she was walking down the hallway hurriedly, with her nose in a textbook all the while. In fact, she was so consumed in her reading that she accidentally bumped right into a girl.

Looking up, she immediately noticed that this girl was first, in a LeRim uniform and secondly, older then she was. She also looked familiar...oh! This was the student council president of LeRim! She hadn't heard much about this girl, but hoped she would be nice and wouldn't be mad at her for being clumsy. As soon as she had regained her posture Yumi immediately bowed, apologizing for bumping into the girl.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I hope I didn't bother you..." Wondering why a LeRim student was in a Miator wing, she decided to offer her help, just incase this student was lost. "Do you need help with finding something?" Even if she was in a higher position then her, offering her help certainly wasn't wrong.

Gilda was just making her mind up to try for any passages up on the higher floors when she was suddenly hit from behind. She staggered a step but quickly caught herself on the wall. Gilda spun around quickly and saw the Miator girl. She seemed flustered and Gilda quickly shut down the annoyance that she felt at the sudden interruption. After all, she was president and had to comport herself as president if she was ever going to inspire and command all the girls of the three sisters. No reason to make an enemy of somebody just because of a little bit of clumsiness. Gilda smiled at the girl.

"Please, do not worry, Backenhörnchen." She lightly brushed her clothes back into unrumpled smoothness. "There was no harm done though you should be more careful. If you were to stumble on the stairs you could hurt yourself or somebody else quite badly. It doesn't do to be caught up in the pages of the book while your eyes are needed elsewhere." Gilda gave the girl a smile, what better way to reassure somebody that they had not done wrong than with a sign of kindness?

"Currently I'm just exploring the new wing. The builders did a very good job on it. I campaigned very hard to get it built last year, you know." She looked at the girl again. "Or maybe you don't. What year are you?"