[b]"We're doing quite well as long as murderous psychopathic rascals aren't trying to kill people, while brazenly waving their unsheathed Nobles at everyone's faces. Come sit with us, we have a good record for keeping this japery in check, two of two so far."[/b]

Claire leant against the desk in front of the rowdy crowd, grinning. [color=DC143C][b]"Well, that is nice. As long as I do not get shot by these so called 'psychopathic rascals' then I am sure there will be no fuss. After all, we are here to learn, not to literally backstab each other, no?"[/b][/color]

The girl would specifically eye the boy who had pointed the gun to the other girl's head. Sometimes, words and wit really did outshine physical fighting. That glasses boy didn't look impressed in the slightest. And the fact that he had his Noble Arm pointed at the smaller teen? Yeah.

Definitely not impressed.

[color=DC143C][b]"In all honesty though, I have no idea who any of you are or how this quarrel came to be, but pointing a gun to someone's head is pretty uncalled for, right? Not that I want to provoke you in any way, I just think it would be better if all of us went home without any bullet holes through our heads."[/b][/color]

Sighing in a rather dramatic manner, Claire crossed her arms.

[color=DC143C][b]"Oh well, do what you will. I am not too keen to start a physical fight on my first day. It's still so early in the morning I can barely see my own two feet in front of me."[/b][/color]

After a few seconds of sarcastic chuckling, Claire took a seat a few metres away from the psychopathic rascals. Just then the teacher had finally decided to stumble into the classroom. If only he'd come earlier then at least one of the students had a higher chance of making it through the day without getting killed.

[b]"Leroux, Claire."[/b]

[color=DC143C][b]"Ah, yes, that would be me. Let me see… I do enjoy some reading, quite a lot, actually. Gazing up at clear skies really puts my mind at peace, too. I'm sure we could all do with some sky gazing sometime soon."[/b][/color]

Claire hid her giggles at that last sentence. Ah, the art of subtlety. Something she always failed at miserably.

Sir Dan then continued with his roll call. Claire was still pretty tired, so she would drift away from the world for a while. Resting her cheek against her palm, the girl focused her eyes on a chipped table leg. Drowsiness always did weird things like that to her.