Shayne's eyes were on the small courtyard around them. The booths that had been set up were being vacated, probably for classes that day, but she had heard of the welcoming, and welcome back festival, that was going on that night. Her eyes danced a bit before a girl sat beside her and introduced herself. "I would shake your hand, Jacki, but I don't want to burn you. My name's Shayne, but you can call me Shay. Thank you, I wasn't sure about the dress this morning when I selected it. I like your outfit. Looks very breathable, cute too." she smiled to her, looking around. However, it was a short lived introduction. Shayne had been given a tour of the school the previous day and shown to her dorm. She was in a single dorm, probably because of the violent dreams she had. She had a fire-proofed room for that reason, and they probably didn't want to endanger others by rooming them with her.
The bell had rang and Shayne stood up, waving goodbye to Jacki before she began walking to where her first class was. One that she could probably teach. Ancient languages of the world. Most everyone in the school had to take it at some point, but Shayne was very familiar with all languages. The old demon language, the dragon language [one in which she found very interesting], angelic dialect, the old language, and almost every dead language. However, she was required to take it, and she walked towards the classroom, finding it right as the final bell rang. It was a low tone, pleasant sounding bell, probably because of all the races with heightened senses. At least that was what she assumed.
She walked into the classroom, her hand still fiddling with the dark purple amulet with a swirling white center. It was like something was trapped inside, but she would never say what it did. The teacher smiled to her. "Ah, you must be the new student. Class, please welcome the newest addition to our class." she said. The woman was obviously a demon-human hybrid. They were the only ones that took on physical forms of both, Shayne had learned this in her time with Harris. She had beautiful black ram-like horns and black eyes with razor sharp teeth, Her body was pale, and her raven colored hair was long and shiny. She was beautiful indeed. "Just say your name and your race and then take a seat back there by Casein." she whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder and removing it almost immediately.
"Hello. I'm Shayne Williams, and I am a fire demoness." she introduced herself before spotting the empty seat. The teacher handed her a book with a smile.
"Here, you'll need this. I believe the headmaster fire proofed it for you." she spoke, and when Shayne took her seat she smiled to the male beside her before looking up to the board. "Alright class, today we will be leaning about the old demon language. Does anyone here know what it is called and how long ago it was created?"
Shayne's hand rose and the teacher, whose name she saw was Mrs. Oliwantra, pointed to her. "It's called Eramtic, but more commonly is known as Spell-Tongue, it was created back even before the time of humans when it was just Demons and Angels who inhabited below the earth's surface and high above it. Eramtic is a dead language for the most part since Cremteric became the common tongue of demons in the under-realm. However, Ereamtic is still used today by witches and demons who were raised to speak it." she answered and the teacher looked at her, stunned.
"Correct, Ms. Williams." the teacher told her before she began making a few symbols on the board for the lesson.
Alex was glad when Casein came over, that way he didn't have to go over to Jacki. As much as he enjoyed talking to her in class and seeing her outside of it, he didn't want to try to socialize before class. He could do that tonight at the little festival that they would have after classes. There were going to be games, a bon fire, an outdoor dance floor for those who felt like dancing, and a lot of fun things to go around. That would be a perfect time to socialize, but when Adam spoke of the new girl, he looked to Casein. "Yeah, she's a fire demoness. She's a little odd though, wouldn't even shake my hand." he said, but he tuned his hearing in as Jacki talked to her. Werewolves had very acute hearing, both in wolf form and out of it, and he could hear their conversation. So, she didn't want to burn people by touching them? Perhaps that was a reason that a fire demoness was there. It had been a long time, according to the headmaster, that a demon had been there as a student and not to teach. Sure, there were plenty of demon hybrids, but never a full demon. It was odd to him.
When the bell rang, he began heading to the language class they were required to take with his friends and he looked to Casein. "So, Cas, you think we're going to have fun at this festival tonight?" Alex inquired and Adam looked at him.
"I know I will. I'm going to try and get in good with the new girl." Adam wiggled his eyebrows. He was a notorious player, and for all Alex knew he would get hurt, but he knew better than to try to tell Adam, the beta of the school pack, what to do. Alex was the alpha here as well, but Adam wouldn't listen to him on matters like these, and he knew it. When they got into the classroom, Alex sat beside Casein, another empty seat beside his human-dragon friend, and on Alex's other side he noticed Jacki. Most people had this class first thing, and others had it at the very end of the day.
He looked up to their teacher, Mrs. Oliwantra, and saw her hair was down for the day. She was beautiful, and old from what everyone said, but she didn't look old. When the new girl came in and introduced herself and took the empty seat beside Casein, Alex was sure that Mrs. Oliwantra thought she wasn't going to know anything about this class, at least not like the ones who took the prerequisite course, like he had. However, when Shayne answered the question on the old demon language plenty of eyes fell on her. Alex raised his hand and was nodded to. "How do you know that?" he asked and Shayne sighed.
"I am a linguist. I took to language studies when I was younger." she answered. Alex then looked to the stuff being written on the board and his hand bolted up when a few others.
"Yes, Mr. Hartmann?" Mrs. Oliwantra asked.
"What's that say?" he asked.
"Well, Mr. Hartmann, it's how Eramtic is written. It's got to be done a specific way otherwise it means something different. Just one line out of place can throw off the whole thing." she explained. "Can anyone in the classroom, aside from Ms. Williams read this?"