Welcome to Gaia! ::

After being asked what her next class was, Trixie pulled out her list of classes once again. What was next on the list she wondered as her eyes scrolled down. "It says here...chemistry." Trixie looked to Jack wondering if his classes were any different. then it all came back to her. If her classes were different from her brother's than that would mean she would be alone again and all by herself. She would have to fend for herself. Perhaps this would have been a good time to get to know some of the other people in the class in case they were in her next class as well.

Trixie seemed to be easily impressed by Jack's intelligence. He so advanced that he doesn't even belong in this school. Exactly how smart was he? "So chemistry." Trixie started. "Is that like alchemy? If so, it should be too hard. My mother taught a me a lot about making potions. She even taught me how to make love potions." Trixie found herself blushing when she mention the potions she could make. Why the little witch mentioned love potions was strange. Perhaps it was because of how helpful Jack was being. "But it's not like you need any. You seem perfectly capable of making women like you. Wait..that came out wrong." Trixie's eyes blinked relentlessly as she stammered to find a way to correct herself.

"Oh good." Trixie chimed as she stood up from her seat. The two walked together down the hall as all sort of students passed by in what Trixie would later dub, currents. One line of students would go one way, and another going the opposite. Jack then mention how much he hated love potions and the like, what with all the girls trying to dupe him into a false relationship. The very idea didn't sit well with Trixie. She wanted to help Jack with his problem, but couldn't really think of anything, except one. Trixie retrieve her little tarot deck and filed through it until she found every romantics favorite card, the Lovers. "Here." She said holding the card out to Jack. "Keep this in your pocket and give it back when we go home. It should help keep unwanted suitors at bay since true love is grave matter." Trixie was being very matter of fact. She sounded like she actually knew what she was talking about when concerning love even though she herself had never been in love.

Trixie smiled when her brother thanked. "Of course. Family first, right?" She said reiterated what he had more or less told her. She nodded politely as Jack held the door open when entering the chemistry lab. By now, Trixie was acting like glue sticking close by Jack wherever he went. She would be like until their paths would split as they inevitably would. Though, perhaps they would have to split once more, considering how this class might also have assigned seating just like the last class she was in. Trixie then looked around the room and wondered what had become of the horned girl.

Suddenly, Saara, the horned girl from before burst into the room huffing and puffing. She must have ran all the way to class. What slowed her down, Trixie wondered. The bell clearly rang for next class. She probably got lost. When Mr. Fergus came up to the two asking for their names, Trixie stood up and bowed her head. "I'm Trixie." She responded politely. The little bells on her hat jingled lightly as they fell then came back up and rang. The little was then reminded of how she was dressed. So many eyes stared at her outfit as if it was completely out of place, which it was.

The horned girl Saara was appearing to be a very nice person. It pained Trixie a lot to be jealous of her good looks. She was o much more mature looking, and boys looked at her differently from the little witch. It would be hard, but Trixie agreed to being friends with the girl. If all turned out well, she would be Trixie's first friend. The little witch smiled her best at the horned girl. "Likewise." She said. "Did you have trouble finding the classroom?" Trixie asked as Mr. Fergus left for his desk.

"Neither have I." Trixie replied. "My mother taught me everything she knew so I never went to school either. Truth be told, I don't know exactly everything about the world outside of my home. All I know on the big outside world is based on the books I've read." Trixie still wished knew who exactly her father was. She a felt a little jealous of Saara again. "It must be nice to have a father who's there." She commented, trying not to sound sorry for herself. She immediately then perked herself and tried to tell Saara that it wasn't meant to be taken the wrong way. "I mean, your father father must be a great person. You sure are lucky."