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The classroom is dark as students make their way in, though there is enough light to make out the desks arrayed in rows, with one large one at the head of the room. A demon cat curls on a corner of the large desk, yellow eyes assessing each student as they walk in. The student desks are sturdy and well built, made out of a very dark and heavy wood. It's proven rather impervious to carving over the years. The chairs are equally hard and very uncomfortable to sit in. They also seem to be bolted to the floor.

As the students settle into the desks, those paying attention might notice that the room is much larger than the number of desks would indicate. There are curtains over portions of the wall, and a number of objects are shrouded in what appears to be a thick, heavy cloth.

Student Roster

• Figg
  
• Valentino
  
• Temes
  
• Tybalt
  
• Moriko Mai
  
• Onibi
  
• Sin Err
  
• Coralie Bahest
  
• Shehk Strigoi
  
• Lucien
  
• Israfel
  
• Rain Rottingham
  
• Morrigan

...wait, that's 13!

Homework Assignment

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Valentino walked into the empty classroom (or so he thought). Looking for a sign up sheet, he found a parchment to sign on his newly acquired desk. on. He found the whole introduction portion of the first class a pleasant surprise, he didn't have to introduce himself to the class, just write.

Tybalt peeked into the room. It was dark, but not so dark that he'd walk into something... Thankfully.

When he had first heard that there was a stealth class, he had to check it out. Perhaps he would do well in this particular class? His natural ability was disappearing after all. Perhaps but... After walking in and exploring the class room a little more, he saw "it". Sitting there eying each and every student as they entered, with it's large golden eyes. A cat.

"Oh Bloody Ma---!" Was all he could manage as he literally jumped back over the first row of desks; eyes wide with surprise. Jack damn it! There just had to be a cat present in one of the few classes he was actually interested it! Why couldn't it live in the literature class? He didn't like literature--go there!

Seeing no way around it, the black dog edged to the back of the classroom; picking the desk furthest away from the feline and refusing to take his eyes off of the furry demon. At least there was some distance. He thought, only breaking eye contact long enough to examine the piece of paper on the desk. Oh... This is? He picked it up curiously, before searching his pockets for that elusive snake pen. Ah there it was! Grabbing hold of the scaly creature, he brought the tail tip to the parchment and quickly scribbled in the blanks. A little sloppily due to his hand shaking.

Nonpulsed by the darkened room, Onibis grip on the lantern by his side tightened imperceptibly as it flickered once, twice, three times before dimming to a more suitable steady blue glow. Quickly the Ao-andon had come to the conclusion that there was nothing, and no one, of interest as ringed eyes swept the room with an apathetically critical gaze.

Settling himself in one of the desks at the far edge of the room, Onibi took the time to look over the parchment laid across it. With expression impassive and pen held aloft, he began filling the paper out in sharp, clipped text.

Coralie filed into the classroom after the other students. She managed to catch Tybalt's reaction to the lingering cat and had to smile, shaking her head. "Easy there. There are more frightening things in Halloween Town then this," she commented. She said it calmly enough that one could possibly understand she wasn't trying to be mean, but simply matter of fact. As she passed by the cat herself she reached out to give it a scratch on the head. Whether or not the creature let her was another matter.

She then moved over to one of the desks, ignoring Wilfred as he babbled about how no one was smart enough to turn on the lights. It was easy enough in most circumstances to ignore the hat and when she sat she found a piece of paper there to catch her attention as well. It wasn't quite as in-depth as some of the other forms she'd filled out for one class or another, but that was alright by her.

The Parchment

Name: Coralie Bahest
Why I Am Taking This Class: It seemed rather interesting. Besides, as a teenager I have a strong desire to sneak into places I don't belong.

That was honest and interesting enough, wasn't it? She set her pencil down (unfortunately she didn't have a neat snake pen like everyone else seemed to) and peered around the room. She was as Sin moved to draw the curtains. If the professor was really back there she had to say she'd be disappointed. There were a lot of better places to hide than that.

"I wonder if he expects us to find him," she said, slightly in Sin's direction since she was still watching her.

The cat didn't particularly react to any of the students, though a quick tail flick probably indicated that it had, at the very least, noticed Tybalt's unease. Coralie's attempt at petting was tolerated, but as soon as she left it alone, it moved to one of the back corners of the desk.

After ripping away the curtain, Sin could see...a wardrobe? It was plain, angular and made out of a much lighter wood than the desks, and if it had been just a little bit narrower, it would look like...

Well, to be honest, it really just looked like a coffin.

Chuppi shook her head as she watched Sin moving around the room and pulling things here and there, the little chupacabra frowning at all the antics. She knew this girl from several of her classes and, to be honest, wasn't that fond of her simply because of her attitude. It wasn't that Chuppi had to be friends with everyone (because it wasn't) but there was something about demons that rubbed her the wrong way. Arrogance perhaps? Or the fact that this demon had left Chuppi stuck in the floor and later made a smart remark about her stomach and being hungry.

That was more than likely the reason.

"You should probably stop. What if the teacher comes in and finds you messing with his. . . .coffin? Is that a coffin?"

Chuppi could barely see the object from where she sat in her chair and, in spite of herself and attempts at control, she slid down and waddled over to where the other girl was standing. A better look at the object never hurt anyway and if the teacher came she could try to explain she was just curious, right? Didn't most teachers promote curiosity?

"I wonder if he is in there. I have heard some things sleep in coffins."