[center][b]Geoffrey Burr

7:55 am[/b][/center]

[i]Hmmm… It would appear that Meredith is scheming…[/i] He could smell her schemes in motion, or he just thought that’s what she’d be doing. [i]I should check, in the event that she’s trying to eat one of the first years…[/i] Geoff lowered himself, so he’d get through the door, exited the classroom and made his way across the hallway. The hall was bustling with students now, he didn’t see any that were heading into his room. [i]If I don’t have any students… I could just read… or have some fun, perhaps sit in on Meredith’s class and make sure she doesn’t eat anyone… either way…[/i] 

He’d switched books again, to El Alquimista, the Spanish version of The Alchemist. Entering Ms. Hillard’s class, he took note of the boy who didn’t notice the tendril trailing behind him, also… the tendrils. He could tell where Meredith was but didn’t want to ruin her fun… so long as she didn’t hurt the boy. Though, he was relatively certain that she wouldn’t endanger his life. He manipulated the air, until he hit a soft, fleshy, patch in the classroom - he’d found out where Hillard was. 

Burr decided that if anyone went to his room, they'd either come this way to see where he was, or he'd jsut check in every few minutes. The page turned in his book. Burr noticed someone… no, two students enter the room behind him. He quickly drifted to the back of the room and decided to watch what happened. Another page turned in the book.