[center][h2][hr][hr][color=purple]Waverley Watts[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d4f8b02bc3fc96e0a3a20351b36c3691/3542b667aca4c58b-5d/s1280x1920/26a354a690e9e6bf683ded6a2d00cfed8bc41f85.gifv[/img]

[i]Location: School
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]
Waverley turned her attention to the younger of the two women, her lips parting to answer the question. No words immediately came out from them, though; it was a bit hard to explain, after all, that Waverley was neither teacher nor student, just some rando who came to this school on a hunch. Then, the other began to them down the hallway. Her companion followed immediately. Waverley hesitated - the alternatives were few. If she didn't follow her only other option was the cop on the loose outside, or the creepy teacher. One last look at him, and Waverley quickly caught up with the others. 

[color=purple]"Neither,"[/color] Waverley finally answered as she fell in behind Kaitlyn. She seemed disinterested in explaining why she was there, instead trying to put together a semi-clear understanding of what was going on. [color=purple]"Whatever's happening, I think it's happening all over Manhattan. The cops have been all over the place, trying to tackle something I don't think they understand."[/color]

Waverley tensed up as an ear-piercing scream wrung out. Waverley kept pace with Kaitlyn, speeding to see who the cause was, and help them if at all possible. When the pair arrived at the source, they found a pair of students defending themselves with a makeshift barricade in hopes that it'd stop the one that held that sickly pallor the teacher had had. She tensed up, not entirely sure of what she could do to help. 

[color=purple]"Hey, kid, uh,"[/color] she called out, her attention on the seemingly sick student. Her eyes were cautiously fixed on the kid, her foot scooting backwards. [color=purple]"There are some ambulances outside - maybe there's someone who can help out there?"[/color] It was not Waverley's predisposition to be afraid of the ill, but even she couldn't stop a feeling of creeping fear from crawling up her back. It was a fear that caused her to step back, nervously preparing to stumble back if necessary.