Chrys nodded as Caldwell talked. He knew he needed more experience and exposure to what battles were like. He itched to get back into the field, the loss of the mission before just adding fuel to the flames. He would recover, train and wait for his next mission...

When the guy knock on the window he notices it, and frowns. When he hears what they are saying he perks up. "Before what crumbles?"

Bonny decided to avert her gaze when the student moved from bringing out dead hands to dead heads. Sure, this was a place for mutants, and she expected to see some bizarre powers (she had her own, after all), but just because she expected it didn’t mean actually /seeing/ it would be any less strange to her. Regardless, she realized staring would be rude, and focused herself solely on her work. Luckily, the teacher asked the student to keep his… heads… voice low, so Bonny didn’t have to hear the corpse talking very loud. Pleasant.

She focused on the teacher as he spoke, writing down information she didn’t know as well and jotting quick point form notes on the stuff that she did. She noticed as she wrote that lots of the kids had their own ways of studying- there were those using their mutations to help, some were taking notes, and others had formed quiet groups to review together. Though she planned to work on her note taking alone, it felt nice to be in such a relaxed class.

Shawn was busy doing just about nothing. He believed he had the unit covered, and was just waiting for the bell this time around. His eyes were on the clock. Was it really that time already? Philosophy seemed to have moved so much slower, it was strange. Not a worry for him, though. He'd be returning to Dr. McCoy anyways for science after this. He just needed to run by his room and switch out a few things before he went into the classroom.

Ring ring!

Shawn smiled joyfully, shooting up out of his seat. "Nice meeting you guys." He said to both the necromancer and Bonny before he took off. He didn't have all the time in the world, but he, like everyone else, had a place to be, and he wanted to get there in comfortable time.

His walk through the halls left him relatively undisturbed, good for him. And he finally reached his room for some peace and quiet. The day wasn't over yet, but he was getting through just fine.

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"Mutant kind, Kiddo! We got like four years before mutants stop popping up, and we need to stop a certain someone from making a certain something that kills off a certain some kind of people!" The man in red shouted from the window, hoping Chrys would be able to hear him.

Caldwell sighed again, looking at the man in the mask with a rather tired expression. "Please, go use the front door and talk to the professor, if this matter is urgent. Talking to me will get you nowhere." He looked back at Chrys, rather confused about this whole situation.

"How did you even get by without the professor noticing you?" He muttered to himself. Surely such a deranged man would have been a beacon to any telepath in the area. Was he immune? Caldwell hoped to run some tests and learn the extent of this man's power.

"I don't need to, my lady friend is already inside talking to him. She just didn't want us coming to the mansion." The man in red answered.

"I tried stopping him." The second voice spoke up. "That's not something one can easily do. Unless you're a woman."

Caldwell could hear the bell ringing for a class change, and looked to Chrys with that of worry. "Can you handle yourself? I don't want to keep you here all day, but I don't want you pulling any other stunts like what you did in Raven's class again, okay?"

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Emma laughed haughtily, smiling ever so graciously at the young woman at her side. "Me?" She motioned to herself. "It's not about me, Heidi. Its about you, him, the team. He wants to be seen as a leader. What do you see him as?"

Then the bell rang. Students began to file into the halls to get to their next class. Emma looked at the students as they trickled through. As a private academy and refuge for mutants, the class count was fairly low, but just enough to cause a bit of a ruckus at all times.

"I'll leave you with that question, Heidi. If you need anything, you can always find me in Dr. Smith's room." She left Heidi with a soft pat on her shoulder before sauntering off to who know's where. Emma had her own matters to attend to, and it wasn't something she could do with ease. She needed the help of the professor, at least to gain access. Even with her Telepathy working strangely, she knew that he was most likely still in a conversation with that strange woman who came through earlier. For now, she'd go back to the old tactics, finding them with physical tools and no mutations.

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Roy was looking over towards Shawn nodding his head trying to return the sentiment. Opening his coat letting the hand crawl into the inside of his jacket. Holding his notebook with one hand and with the other holding the head under the chin. Heading outside of the room and walking away outside to give himself some breathing room.

He really needed a place to be alone with his friends. Bringing the head with him outside for a moment now talking to the head of Aldo. Speaking with him about the other students.

Rose Mary had lunch this period. She grabbed her standard assortment of food, various veggies and fruits. She used to love meat, but after being the cause of so much death either directly or indirectly she couldn't stomach the idea of eating meat anymore. She went outside to eat. She found a nice soft patch of grass under a tree. A rabbit hopped near her. She set a carrot on the ground. It gingerly came closer and began to eat. She watched it eat. As she ate she wished she could be an animal like the rabbit. She fell asleep under the tree exhausted, her powers constantly being active due to her paranoia and the scope of it drained her. Her therapy session was next period but she wouldn't wake up in time, Mr. Smith would have to come find her and wake her up. With her now unconscious her powers receded back to just protecting her brain.

Tatiana went to her science class. The lesson today she knew was going to be boring. She read ahead last night..

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Heidi was silent as she watched Emma go. She made a good point. What did Heidi see Shawn as from a professional standpoint. Would she be compromising their relationship with her feelings? She already made one error by putting blind trust in his risky idea rather than using her abilities to come up with a different plan. Was the reason for that solely because of her own fears? Or did her feelings for Shawn play a part then too?

She shook her head. There was a lot of conflict in her thoughts right now. Most girls her age, when they start to like boys, feel a little bit of doubt, a little bit of mental anguish, but their brains weren't comparable to supercomputers. Why couldn't things just be simple again? Why couldn't she just go back to being the shy girl who didn't talk to anyone?

Before she knew it, she'd made it to the classroom that was currently for Foreign Languages. Part of her brain had been guiding her feet while she was in mental turmoil, leading her to the right place. Her brain awed even herself sometimes, and this was one of those times. Heidi entered the class, and sat down. It was fairly empty, but she wasn't the first student to get there. A mutant with super speed and one with flight had beaten her to it. They looked over at her, then looked away again. This class, more than others, was where Heidi was really despised, due to the difficulty of learning a new language to everyone but Heidi, who could already speak eight languages fluently; English, Spanish, French, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Welsh and Scottish Gaelic. She was currently learning German as well. She got the feeling today's lesson wasn't going to be any of them, however.

Chrys nods, standing. "You got it doc..." He was curious to what the man in red was saying. It intrigued him and he wanted to know more, but missing his classes wasnt an option. He looks to the man. "I'd love to hear about it... But I gotta get to class...." He waves and heads out, hurrying so he's not late to Physical Geography after changing into fresh clothes. He takes his seat, ignoring the looks and whispers from students as he passes them by. Word has definitely gotten out about his little stunt in the Danger Room.

Bonny had been rather immersed in her notes, to the point where the bell caught her off guard. She was starting to grow comfortable with the information she was learning, and even managed a handful of questions on her own, but she knew she would have to study that night to make sure she knew what she was doing. And go over all of her history notes, and the notes from every other class. She wasn’t looking forward to all the catch up, that was certain. She quickly finished off the note she was writing at the prompt of the bell, and folded up her binder to prepare for the next class. It was business, right? Then she had a break that she could take.

Once her books (and her toy fox; she couldn’t forget him) were all packed up, she stood and hoisted her bag over her shoulder. She waved at Shawn before he left the room, and watched as the corpse mover left as well. The mutation was still pretty creepy to her, manipulating the dead and all, but she’d get used to it. She waved a farewell to the teacher as well before heading out to her next class. It wasn’t too far, and she made it on time. For once, she was one of the first students to get to class, leaving her some time to introduce herself to the teacher and see what exactly was going on in the class.

She headed to the teacher's desk and made eye contact with the professor. “Hello, I’m Bonny. The new kid. It’s nice to meet you, and I look forward to being in this class. Do you happen to have any sort of handout or catchup booklet on what the class is doin’?”.

Professor McCoy watched as shawn, Titania, and the other students filed into his classroom. It was nice to see them all again, some for the second time that day. It was now his science class. Hank dealt more with chemistry and physics, while forge handled the mechanical sciences. He was fine with that. Forge definitely knew what he was doing, and it was for the best that they stuck to what they knew best when it take to teaching young men and women.

"Welcome, welcome." He greeted them as they came through his doors. "Who's ready to continue learning about the atmosphere?"

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"Anyoung haseyo." Doug Ramsey smiled at the young Heidi Williams as she entered his classroom. She was maybe the only person who could rival him in terms of language use and mastery. Her cognitive ability has his under an umbrella, but that wasn't to say it was a bad thing. As Heidi surely knew, knowing many languages became a curse when you could translate them instantly. Overhearing conversations in other languages what weren't meant for your ears. It was almost uncomfortable for Doug at times.

"As some of you may have guessed. Since our French lessons were surprisingly short, good job guys, we're going to be starting our second semester language a little early."

Doug was a little weird in the way he taught his class. He normally only focused on a specific language for only about a semester. He did teach Japanese and Chinese as extra classes after school hours due to the size and scale of the languages, but he wanted to make sure that he taught everyone a language well enough to get them started on it. Anything pass language 1 would be an extra class outside of his normal one.

"We're going to be starting Korean." Doug went on to explain. "As some of you know, Korea is divided in two, and we're accepted into the United Nations only eight years ago."

On each of the desks we're starters books on learning Korean. He let the class have some time to inspect them before he continued.

"Does anyone have any questions about this semester's language?"

"Yeah." A student up in the front of the class raised a small hand. "There's literally no practicality in learning Korean. Why are we learning a language we'll never use?"

Doug chuckled. Only being a few years older than his students made it hard for them to really respect him like the other teachers. "Why are you still here then, Tony?" He shot a question back. "You did your two years, that's all that's required of you." The young man did seem to like doing the bare minimum on class work, but go up and over on personal endeavors.

"For those of you training to become an x-man, learning languages will be helpful. As you all know, we protect the world from devastating threats. We can't stop them all, but with the planned outing and transparency of the mansion, we need to be able to talk to people."

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Lita Sormer was the teacher of Physical Geography. Everyone in the school knew her by name and voice alone. She was nice enough, the general consensus decided, but almost everyone knew that she was the one teacher no one would physically see.

Her class room was small and quaint, located down stairs in the basement. There was a teachers desk up at the front, as was the custom, little knick knacks on the edge to decorate the unused table, but Miss Sormer was never there.

Miss Sormer lived in the room right next to her classroom. Due to her mutation, or rather set of mutations, the class only saw her through a screen that also acted as the white board, which she could still write on using the mysterious experimental technologies of the future.

"Good morning, class." Miss Sormer was seated in an office chair in her room, smiling pleasantly at the class through the video camera. Many cameras in her classroom allowed her to be right behind every student, being there to help them out when they needed it. This was also a great method to keep students from cheating.

Or just cheating badly.

Her actual mutation was never discussed, but her body, thin as rails and a sickly white color, left room for a lot of speculation. She couldn't have been more than twenty two, with her young face and quiet voice, but she insisted that she was older than that.

The students only knew they they were never allowed to see her in person, and that only The Professor and Scott Summers were allowed in her room.

"I figured that with Mister Ramsey starting Korean, we could keep our theme of mapping out the geography of the greater Asia area. Everyone, please open your text books to page two-thirty four."

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"Hello! Why yes, I do have everything that you lead to catch up, it'll be on your desk right down there. We're doing a module on the computer right now, but you're free to sit out of it and go through the text book to catch yourself up. All of the things we have already done are marked by little sticky notes, so things should go easily."

Northstar, Jean-Paul Baeubier, had already been informed of Bonny and her power set. She could have made a great alpha flight agent back in the day.

"How.. how is Canada these days? Being here, I haven't had much time to get out more than a day or two."

It certainly wasn't a normal question for a student, but Jean-Paul would be lying if he said he didn't miss home. Someone who was just there would surely know what's what, especially a hip and cool and casual kid like Bonny here. "And, if you're ever feeling homesick, Miss Bonny, I'm right there next to you. Just stop by my room if you ever want to talk." He then shooed her off to go and grab her things.

"Okay everyone, you know the drill. Grab your things. We're off to the library to continue your computer projects. I hope everything is going as planned. If not, event better."

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Heidi looked a bit surprised as she heard the greeting. So, they were going to be learning Korean next. That was an interesting choice, to say the least. She picked up the starter book on Korean, and started to flick through it. Doug was making some good points. Being able to speak the language of a country you were on a mission for was a very useful thing.

She stopped reading. She had already gotten through half the book and had been silent for five minutes. She hadn't missed anything, and if anything had been expected of her, she would have noticed, but even so, this was hardly 'engaging with the class', though she didn't like doing that either. Still, Tony's question irked her a little bit, and she decided to act on this for once. She turned to him.

"Isn't learning the world's languages why we took this class?" she asked.

Everything was already organized for her. Perfect. She turned and cast a quick look to the book on what she assumed to be her desk before looking back to the teacher. “Thank you; I think I’ll take the time to look everything over, so I can get a good idea of where I’m supposed to be with background knowledge”. It was even sticky noted, just for her; she had to appreciate the time that must have taken.

His question took her a little bit by surprise, but she answered regardless. “Well, at least where I’m from things were pretty peaceful. There’s not really a lot of fighting that I’ve seen, and most of the mutant related groups aren’t too close to me. A little boring, really, but in a good way.” It was rather easy to assume he was from Canada as well, and the second part of his statement made her smile a little. Having someone to relate to on a matter like this wasn’t something she was expecting, but it was reassuring. She managed to squeeze in a quick closing before being sent to her seat. “Of course. Thanks again for the notes!”

She watched as the rest of the class was given their instructions, and once the cue was given to stand, she put down her bag, quickly took out a pencil and paper, grabbed the textbook, and followed the kids that were heading down to the library. Back home, students had to stay with teachers even if they were playing catchup- she didn’t see why this would be different. She’d do the individual work in the library with the rest of the class.

The atmosphere, so many old vampire plots used to revolve around really screwing up the atmosphere to the point it was perpetual darkness. She remembered studying those plots and how stupid they were. If they succeeded the plants would die, which would lead to the humans and animals dying from the lack of oxygen or carbon dioxide. That would have then lead to the death of the vampires from lack of food. She is glad they failed so miserably, not just because she would never have been born, but because stupidity does not deserve to win it deserves only eradication. Tatiana remembered something she saw on the news playing in the background while she was talking with her detective and Russian counterpart. "What is the deal with this global warming bologna?"

Rose Mary is still sleeping outside.

"It's why you took the class." Tony grunted and shuffled in his seat. "Apparently this safe haven doesn't let me drown in my desires." His hand rested on his chest, his tired and heavy eyes narrowing forward.

It was no secret to anyone that this was Anthony Stark, the son to former engineering and science monger Howard Stark. After his death of his father, Tony and a friend of his disappeared for several months before reappearing in the house of colonel Rhodes, Tony's supposed guardian. Only James and Tony knew what happened in those months, but Tony did begrudgingly agree to attend the Charles Xavier school to keep the Rhodes family from worrying about him.

"Besides." He shrugged. "I already know plenty French and Spanish. Those were the only maids my dad ever hired." He paused. He might have meant to let out a dry and sarcastic laugh, but his features grew tired, only allowing him to let out an amused breath. "Like I said. Useless language."

He didn't even know why Heidi Williams, the smartest girl in the whole school, was even bothering with classes. She could just be told to learn a subject, and master it the day after. What sort of purpose did her taking classes even serve?

He let out another grunt, turning back to Doug. "Mister Ramsey." He spat, his words slowing with each passing moment. "I don't need to be here. I can't work on my apparent mutation up here, and Brain girl is just kidding herself if she thinks that taking normal classes with comparatively normal mutants will help in any way whatsoever. She should be downstairs working on something that can actually help people."

He obviously had a chip on his shoulder. He resented the school for trying to fool people into thinking something he didn't believe in. He hated mutants, for having such extraordinary powers and not using them to their full potential. And he hated that his sprouted at the last possible second so he could be left with survivors guilt.

"Tony, I understand that you would rather be just about anywhere else, but I got an important message that says you need classes away from tech. Away from... bad memories." Dough sighed, falling into his chair at the head of the room. "Alright everyone, your basic Korean books will be under your desks. Take them out, and start at chapter one."

After a minute, he stood back up and started to write on the whiteboard. "Alright, can anyone tell me if Korean has any notable similarities to other languages? If so, what are they?"

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Jean-Paul watched his class shuffle into the library to use the bleeding edge computers. Perks of being a government funded program of work protection, or, at least how he understood it.

"Psst." A voice whispered to Bonny from somewhere else in the library. "Hey, Bon-Bon. Over here."

It was Sally, gliding around on the ground with a rather satisfactory grin on her face. "Northstar might seem like a tough case, but he's not as bad as people say. Plus, he's pretty much letting you have the class off to catch up on work. Cool?"

"Anyways, I wanted to tell you that we're going to meet up later at my dorm, you, me, and Peter. Project."

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Hank could understand why Tatiana would be invested in global warming, above the others in that class. "Global warming is an ecological threat caused by the mass production of carbon gases by humans. The burning of oils and overabundant presence of these gasses causes harm to our atmosphere, allowing the planet to be continually warmed by the sun, much more than should ever be considered normal."

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Heidi was still a bit angry, but Tony had just made a good point. She leaned in after Doug had finished speaking. "Wait, help people? What do you mean, help people? What could I do differently to training to be an X-Man?" Heidi had more questions she wanted to ask Tony, about such things as the nature of the 'bad memories', though that might be a topic best left alone.

After about a minute, by which time, nobody in the class had even close to caught up with Heidi's progress, the teacher had asked another question. She resisted the temptation to answer it. She really hated doing something that even might be thought of as showing off, but she knew that nobody else in this class was going to answer it either, so she muttered the answer loud enough for Doug to hear, in fluent Chinese;

"Korean has similarities to Japanese and Turkish in regards to syntax, but unlike either, has it's own, unique alphabet not shared with any other country. Each Korean character is one syllable made up of three letters."

Doug was the only other one in the classroom to know what she just said, and for the first time for as long as she could remember, that made her feel a little proud. She didn't even know why that was different to the other times. Was it the fact that nobody knew what she'd said? Had Tony's words or attitude affected her subconsciously? She couldn't say.

Chrys keeps to himself. And with how he traveled a lot with his dad, he'd only been to Korea once, and that was to meet on of his dad's contacts. He was too young to remember anything outside of the base, but the area around the base was beautiful. Chrys opens his book and turns to the page, waiting.

"These scientists are being paid to study Global Warming, if they prove Global Warming is not happening then they lose funding. Scientists are human, they are greedy, they at the very least want a steady income. By proving it exists or just concluding it most likely exists those that are paying them to study it will continue to pay them. Then there are those pushing their fixes to the problem, they aim to make money off there efforts. Why should I trust their findings? The money behind it alone makes everything suspect."

She wasn't really serious. How could she not see the applications for her mutation? Tony leaned in to whisper something back to her, but a look from Doug forced him back into his seat. It wasn't like he could tell her much anyways. Troubled tony stark attending prestigious private school was a much better- and much less worrying- headline when compared to distraught Stark goes on armored war against crime.

Doug quickly shifted looks when he turned his attention back to Heidi. While the other students could barely hear her, much less understand what she said, doug was able to hear perfectly fine. He gave her a very slight nod before turning to the whiteboard.

"Korean characters are made through a series of lines and the occasional circle. How the lines are positioned and connected changes the three letters contained in each character." He went into further depth as he drew on the whiteboard, losing himself in the explanation.

Tony's eyes shifted to steal a look at Heidi. So sad. Such wasted potential. That was her own fault, and tony wasn't going to go out of his way to help her be the best person she could be. Let someone else take up her world and help her if she ever needed it. However, he left her question unanswered. If doug could hear her speaking so quietly he needed a near soundless way to speak to her.

His right hand reached up to pull on his shoulder, getting it as close to his heart as possible, or, the piece of machinery that took up that space.

The doctors apparently did little after the crash to put tony in a safe state. all that mattered was that he was alive, and he had a microscopic sun in his chest keeping him that way.

The light underneath his shirt flickered. Surely she, who could count exactly how many tiles were used in the flooring, would notice the subtle change in the dim light underneath his shirt.

Once, twice. Just a test to see if it would work, and what it felt like to control the light in his chest. "Test." He flicked in Morse code. "He can hear and see any language, but his eyes are on the white board, and he's listening to himself talk."

"You can learn anything whenever you want. Don't waste your time in a class room with other people. Build some armor or something. Make your body as strong as your brain."

There was some truth in there. Tony had gone to a public school for a whole week before deciding it was underneath him. That was when he disappeared for a while. School was suffocating him with needless lessons, and he believed that it was doing the same thing to an unknowing Heidi. "What's so important about all this to you anyways."

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"Hey, hey Chrys." A student whispered behind Him. "You should use your power to sneak into Miss Sormer's room. We're all putting bets on what she actually looks like and what she does."

The aforementioned teacher continued with her lesson, but said nothing to the whispers she was hearing.

"Come on chrys." The pleaded. They all wanted to know if she was actually real, or if she was actually so dangerous to be locked into her own maximum security room for the safety of everyone. Unbeknownst to them, a borrowed technology prevented teleportion in or out of the room, keeping Lita safe.

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Shawn smiled at Tatiana, looking back at her. "Oh boo hoo." He feigned sadness. "We saved the earth by using environmentally safe products, what are we going to do with all of this clean air and frozen ice caps?"

"But really." He dusted invisible scraps off of his shoulder. "People get paid for doing their job, and the earth is safe and clean, without the worry to accidentally turning the planet into water world. Who are the tree huggers harming?"

"Let's say we implemented everything they say, and then there isn't global cooling, but an ice age, guess what Humans just fucked everyone on the planet with their hippy dippy bullshit. They act like they're trying to save the world, they are not intelligent enough to save the world. They can't even get the weather right within a 24 hour period some times. Just last week in the morning they were saying it was going to be sunny all day with 0% of rain all day, five hours later it was raining cats and dogs, and yes it could have been our very own weather wizard but I asked she didn't do it. So I am expected to believe that in x amount of years it's going to be global catastrophe. Give me a break the climate has been changing on its own for centuries without the aid of humans. Remember the ice age? That was a massive global climate change, humans didn't cause it. The ice age eventually ended, that was another massive global climate change that yet again humans didn't cause. If you want to believe in this fake science provide proof that was not paid to look for that answer, it must have been done out of the scientists own pocket. It must be definitive proof that something mankind is doing and that it is 1000% not caused by activity of the sun, water vapor in the air, or any other natural event. Until then it like religion is fake."

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Heidi brought her attention back to the board. She didn't really need to. She could be facing the other way and reading War and Peace, and still be able to take everything in. But it helped to be polite. That's when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the slightest change of light, and turned slightly so that Tony's chest was in her peripheral vision. She quickly worked out that it wasn't anything wrong and he was doing it on purpose, then recognised that it was morse code. She kept watching for the entire message, then slid her hand to the edge of her desk closest to tony, and started tapping her finger, responding in morse code.

"I like school. It teaches me more than just facts. The social side is invaluable. But armor...that's a good idea. I asked because sometimes I feel like a liability on missions. Not only am I quite ordinary physically and have no offensive powers, but I don't handle pressure well. I may improve with more experience, though."

As the rest of the class headed to the computers, Bonny found a nice place to sit to do her own work. It wasn’t far from the class, and she wasn’t taking up a computer either. Seemed fine to her. Once she had found her place to study, Bonny flipped through to the first stickynote in the textbook and began to read.

Her concentration broke when she heard a familiar voice calling for her, and she looked to see Sally gliding around without a care in the world. It looked kind of fun, she wasn’t gonna lie. “He seems really nice to me. Heck, all the teachers I’ve met so far have been nice.” She wondered if Sally was on break, or just messing around in class. “We are? I guess that’s alright. What dorm are you in, and do you guys have a time?” She cast a quick look to her teacher- hopefully talking while in class about stuff regarding another class wouldn’t get her in trouble.