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Sarias had rushed through the corridors, the crowed halls, sprinting across the grounds, swamps, graveyards, all passing in a blur. There was only one thing on her mind. Lessons in culture & etiquette and there had been an announcement . Open spaces available. 6 slots, 4 ghouls, 2 boils and she was dam sure she was going to be one of those ghouls (jack she would dress up as a boil if it meant taking part in this class!)

It was everything she loved, poise, style, elegance. Everything she oozed but she was never one to shun a lesson. A lesson she should sail through! She had missed the original sign ups by a few days, her paperwork for admission to the academy was still being processed, an act which she still slaps gnomes for when she sees one. She knows it was them who caused the delay, somehow!

Signing her name on the dotted line she read what had happened before she could join. The classroom was empty for now, a few stray students loitered about, maybe trying to sign up as well (not before her they weren’t!) “Aww dam, missed a few lessons already” she grumbled. She would have to come back, its not like she couldn’t stay up for another few hours, sleep had become a thing of the past, a fleshy part of her that lingered still but she could get by with just a few hours.

Picking up the homework sheet she thought back on her Coven, the two Mothers that had sent her here and the sudden urge to spit on the memory swam across her mind. “NO! Sarias, no….at least wait to get out of here” At least then she could really work on hacking up a loogie.

Decorous social behavior was always a good thing - there were too many doctors and scientists that were, quite simply, raving insane. Not fit to be seen with. Not fit to be let outside!

As such, Malodore was more than willing to take those examples as cautionary - Don't Let This Happen To YOU!

It had also underestimated the amount of interest that the Academy's general population would have in learning the arts of genteel behavior, and had arrived to a closed door. Thoroughly nonplussed, the plague doctor had hung around, just in case... and, to its relief, its persistence was being rewarded.

"L.C. Malodore," it informed the professor as it doffed its hat politely, giving the list a bemused look. "Ah... you may categorize me as best suits your needs." Really, it didn't matter much to it which category it got shoved into, so long as it got in.

Colette had visited the class at an earlier time to fill out an assignment, and in that visit she had observed the class as.. classy - no pun intended. It was a class on how to be proper, and that was something Colette definitely believed everyone should know how to do. Even if she had her own proper-hiccups sometimes, this class could surely could help.

With that, it was no surprise Colette signed up as soon as some spots were open. She wasn't all that enthusiastic when receiving the homework though, and pouted a bit when she looked at it.

This was one of those classes that Ilztmyr'ree knew his family would approve of him taking, and when he heard that there was openings, even if he hadn't been able to sign up before, he made his way down to the classroom.

He wasn't particularly all that thrilled with the classes concept, and what it would be about, but it didn't seem like it would be that difficult. Plus, if he took it now, he could get it over with, leaving room for the classes he wanted to take later on.

He gave his name to Ms. Winters, and took the homework that would be due. His family had better be happy about this.

((edit: nm, I'm tired and didn't understand the post, IGNORE THIS HAI XD))

Class over, Calder went to leave, stepping over torn pages and rubbing his eyes. It was then that he remembered his homework from another class and, as much as he wanted to leave, stopped to turn around and go to the table. While students filed out around him, a few complaining about the smell while others were more upset over the homework, Calder filled out his assessment form and fished out the pen from his pocket. With a frown, he shook it a few times, the snake hissing and spitting as it choked on the smell, before it went rigid and worked.

It could be that his mood wasn't the best at the moment, but he wasn't practically thrilled to write out homework so soon, but if he didn't do it now, he'd probably forget and write something quickly before class. His procrastination was starting to become a bad habit, but he was good at completing things quickly. After a few tiresome questions, he smiled and looked over at Ms. Winters as she worked with the last lingering students who were getting their posture lessons done.

Oh yeah, she looked like the biker type. Grinning, he turned back and wrote and completely his homework, folding the wrinkled, now wet paper in his pocket and stuffing the pen soon after. Turning, he left the class. At least this class had easy homework. He knew LOADS about his family traditions and culture. It's what they celebrated all the time. She did notice the kilt, right? Guess not.

As anyone might expect considering his demeanor in the previous class, Jericho was not very enthusiastic to be back here. Making his way into the room, he took note that the table now had some nameplates showing where they were to be seated. Letting out a sigh, he shuffled on over to his seat, taking note that things had changed up somewhat since the last time he was here. From the looks of things, he was now to sit between Alessa and Shehk, and across from Junko, who he wasn't all too familiar with. He spotted Mal's name from across the table as well.

Once he was seated, he took out a crumpled sheet of paper that turned out to be his homework and tossed it onto the table.