"Yeah, Professor Yale is the one who takes the freshmen and sophomore students under her wing. She's quiet and has an unusal attachment to booms as well as daggers. I laughed the first time an older friend of mine told me that, but she was completely serious and preceded to tell me her story. Whenever you spoke out of turn or was caught goofing off, she'd aim a small dagger, directly at your desk. Some were even bid enough to block it with a book, but in the end another met with tell the back of their chair just as quickly. 

My friend says she comes from a family that love using daggers or swords, and that she sometimes leaves during term for a 'family emergency'. She'd be gone for a week or two, and come back looking exhausted and sometimes covered in injuries that when asked, she'd shrug and say were nothing serious. In truth? She seems sorta scary." James offers into the silence, his fingers dancing across the straps of his bag. He'd remembered the look on Cassie's face to, her eyes were darker and her body had been tense, he'd taken her word to remain silent and pay attention to heart. 

They'd meet soon anyway, reaching the door he'd come in from, James pulled it open and stepped out into the frigid air. 

[hr]

Estonia yawned for the fifth time in the last seven minutes, with a huff and a click of her tongue, she eagerly drains the last of her coffee. The sound of her classroom door opening has her attention at once, the footsteps that enter are soft and light, Estonia blinks and glances up. She spots a girl, face pale and body unusually tense. 

[i]How odd...[/i] She thinks to herself as she watches the girl sit in a seat near the farthest window, her bag falling to the floor with a soft thump. Estonia tilted her head curiously as the girl opens the book in her hand and begins to read. Only long hours of gathering intelligence has Estonia guessing instantly that she wasn't really reading. 

Her eyes were skimming the page but not tethering the words written. Her fingers kept twitching and her body was rigid as if in pain or on edge. Estonia had the urge to ask if she was alright, what stopped her was the clear air around her that clearly stated, leave me alone. With a sympathetic smile aimed covertly in her student's direction before busying herself with preparing the things she would need in the next three minutes. 

[i]Time for hell to break loose.[/i] [@Briza]