The tough-looking girl was currently in the boys' athletic uniform (such as it was, with Ryuseki's budget) and cursing up a storm under her breath. Every so often, she'd deliver a swift kick to the part of the desk, which creaked ominously in response.

Hurting her feet wasn't doing much to help her mood, though, and things would probably get worse in a hurry if she broke the DC's desk (even though she'd be doing them a favor by giving them an excuse to get a new one, she thought), so the kicking subsided, and she looked over at the other two sullenly. Looked like first-years, so she didn't recognize either of them. "What're you in for?"