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Alessa came into class with her homework, only to note that, well, the seating arrangement had changed. She had to admit, she was a little disappointed...she was farther away from everyone she knew. Well, she supposed there was nothing she could do and that just meant...she'd have to talk to some of the other students. That wasn't a bad thing, right? Right. She settled in her seat, and took a moment to look over her homework. It was a little uncomfortable to look at, really. She had tried to distance herself from her mixed feelings about it all, but she still felt awkward sharing it. She hoped they wouldn't have to share, anyway. She had been honest, but she didn't know if her peers would share her...family's disapproval of her animal species. Oh well. There was nothing she could do. She sighed.

As more people came to sit, Christof was amazed to see Malodore take a seat right across from him! It hadn't been at the first class! ALL of his Masters were here now! If only Mistress Riley was sitting a bit closer... His mouth twitched up over his still blood stained cravat in a shy smile as he waved back to it. He crumpled the assessment form away into his bag under his seat, wincing a bit as he bent, but at least was able to sit up again without issue just as Jericho had turned to him.

His eyes darted to the side at the question, before he raised a hand in a so-so motion. Then the little paper note came, falling to the table- it had come from his Mistress! It must have been for him, and she had come up short- instinctively, he reached for it across Alessa's place.

This was one of those classes that Gabrian actually rather enjoyed. Then again, it might have had a lot to do with the fact he'd been brought up to appreciate such things; they usually came naturally to him. Or at least, he liked to think they did. Not only that, but the dance floor, which had remain untouched in their first lesson, rather appealed to him. Shrugging slightly to himself, as if to rid himself of the cobwebs, the nix walked over to leave his homework on the rapidly growing pile.



The first thing he noticed when he walked back was that the seating arrangements seemed to have changed somewhat; there were more, for one, and there were also names he didn't quite recognise. As such, he was forced to walk down the table, reading the nameplates till he came upon his. He noticed LW was, in fact, seated just a few seats over to his left - he hadn't noticed that the first time around, but then again, he hadn't known her then. It was like ages had passed since the previous class when in reality... only a few days had passed.

As he walked , he reached out with one hand and placed it on top of the she-wolf's head, giving her a couple of pats, "I hadn't noticed you were seating so close to me in this class," he told her before taking his seat, a couple of spaces over. He also noticed Livi, though... something told him the other demon didn't look all that er... happy? The nix idly wondered what was wrong, and leaned back so he could see the other boil better, "Livi, is something the matter?" The fact he'd leand back so much allowed him to note that Alessa was now seated in his same row, much further down the lane and when he took a moment to look around, he noticed both Holly and Amrita were still his neighbours.

Everything seemed fine and dandy until he took a moment to look in front of him and saw... Ren, seated almost directly in front of him. Well, wouldn't this be an interesting class indeed! He idly wondered if the gryphon planned on napping through the class. Shaking his head at the notion, he decided to focuss on other things instead.

He didn't want to go to class anymore, but he didn't want to think of the consequences of not attending his lessons. Slowly moving in, Calder kept his ears back and head low as he sneaked over to the teacher's desk. No doubt a few people would notice him from detention, and he was sure they would wonder why he was still in school. As of yet, no one knew of his "condition", and he was glad for it.

It had been hard enough to write this assignment with any semblance of pride when he had gotten a beat down from his parents about their culture, beliefs, and values before he got ready to write down anything. Still, looking at it, he had some rather mixed feelings. He liked talking about his kind, but he felt he had let them down.

Sighing, he set the page down on the pile of papers and then slowly crept over to his seat, setting a small misting bottle of water beside him – water from the tap. ( :c ) Sighing, he set his head down and let his hair spill on the table. One class down. One very dry school year to go.




It seemed that not only was Calder a little bit of a ranter, but he wasn't much of an artist either.

He had settled into his seat after he had turned in his homework and waiting for LW to get comfortable first, as he was used to that. Straightening the cuffs of his jacket a bit, he was been a bit too focused on the task so Gabe's concerned question startled him a bit. His eyes were wide for a moment or two before he made himself smile. Suck it in, stupid, you're being obvious. "I've never been quite fond of my race, so writing about them leaves a bit of a foul taste in my mouth. But hopefully I've written a decent enough report on them. How did yours come out?"

He was still a bit meh after being trapped in that disgusting laundry room for detention. No amount of scrubbing had gotten whatever horrors that had been lurking in those blankets off his clothing and had to be sent to his favorite cleaners to hopefully fix that. Even his minions had avoided him when he came home, regardless that he had bathed quite a bit to get the stench out. It had been a rather saddening thing when even his doll said he still reeked of unmentionable things. One thing was very clear though. He did not wish to gain another detention if he could help it.

Despite his reservations towards the class, Myr had been slightly looking forward to it, and had even done his homework rather eagerly. It was an interesting topic, even if he wasn't sure that what he wrote was exactly what the professor wanted.



He sat the paper down with the rest of the rest of the classes, and then found his seat. He was at the end of the table, surrounded by ghouls that he didn't really know. He thought he recognized Sarias from the Spin the Bottle game, but that night was a little fuzzy. In any case, he grinned at the three of them, Sarias, Junko, and Shekh, and waited for class to start.

It was a good thing that Calder has a lot of hair since he was now using it to hide his face, which he was keeping down on the table as he slowly brought his hands up and set them around his head as if he was in time out in kindergarten. As Riley's smooth voice entered his mind, his shoulders hitched up and he curled more into himself. Oh, he knew she was there during detention. He remembered for from Truth or Dare, and he wondered if he could just keep quiet and pretend he didn't hear her. Then again, how could you not hear what was in your head? Dang.

He tried what he had experimented with Riley in their first class and, not speaking, thought back to her. ...........hello. .....Riley. He wasn't about to ask her how was her evening or if he enjoyed her weekend. He knew she had seen him. He knew she had seen him. He wasn't about to kid himself. Not now.