A soft laugh escaped past her lips as the blond girl admitted to being relieved at not being the only new student at the school, though Risa was under the assumption that all of the new students starting today were coming from other schools. Apparently, she was mistaken. Giving her head a small shake and pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she put on another smile. "I agree. It will be nice to not be the center of attention."
Zipping up her backpack once more, Risa slid it back onto her shoulders before riffling through the papers still in her hands until she located the map of the school she had been given. Dark eyes quickly scanning over the page, she was slightly annoyed that there didn't seem to be any indicator of locker numbers anywhere on the map. She released a heavy sigh through her lips, once again absently brushing her bangs from her eyes, before giving a shrug to her companion. "looks like we are just going to have to hope that we get lucky." Risa emphasized this point by smacking the back of her hand against the front of the map. "they decided to omit the locker numbers."
With another sigh, Risa picked a direction and began walking, taking a moment to briefly glance towards the other teenager. "So, um... My name's Risa, by the way." She offered, giving a Quick flash of her teeth in a grin before she glanced once again away, not wanting to run into anyone else. "What's yours?" She then asked, waiting for the response.
The response never came. Eyebrows drawing together in a confused look that made her lips slightly pucker, Risa turned her head to look at her new companion and came to an uncertain stop when she didn't see the girl there. Pivoting on the spot, she saw the other at a standstill several paces back down the hallway, fingers against her forehead, Looking as if she were in some sort of pain, or concentrating on something very hard. Growing concerned, Risa quickly approached, hesitating with her hand partially outstretched as if to grip the girl by her shoulder. "hey, are you all right? Is your head bothering you? I've got some aspirin in my bag if you need something for it...." She offered, frowning somewhat as she studied the other's face.
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"yes." Jasper sighed, Mirroring the fatigue he felt from Edward and his own emotions as he thought of the inevitable change they would have to go through once again. "until we have to do it all over again." He agreed, words coming out quickly and quietly, trying to preserve what little air he had left in his lungs in case he needed to speak in class.
The shift in Edward's emotions was once again abrupt, alarming, slamming into Jasper and catching him off guard, making every muscle in his body stiffen with alarm as he came to a sudden halt, eyes once again snapping to his brother. The influx of new students was having a much bigger impact on the both of them then he would've liked, their actions becoming too obvious, two strange. But Edward could have stopped hearing thoughts, Jasper could have stopped feeling emotions, just as easily as a human could lift a boulder. Momentarily making the assumption that this second reaction was similar to the first, Jaz didn't hesitate to soothe away some of the anxiety he could feel coming off of the bronze haired vampire.
After a moment, Edward looked directly at him and Jasper met his gaze with a question in his thoughts and on his face. He got an answer, but it wasn't something he was expecting to hear. Things were changing. Changing how? Before he could get any other answers out of Edward, the other had begun to walk away, Pulling out his cell phone, Fingers tapping quickly against the device as he wrote a message. Presumably, the message was to Carlisle, but Jasper would have to wait to find out what it was about later. Edward wasn't giving away any information at the moment.partially annoyed, wishing he had a better understanding of the changes that were happening around him so that he could be better prepared, the blonde vampire resisted the temptation to go after his brother as he turned in the opposite direction, striding down the hallway in the direction of his own class.