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"Oh, dear."

Selene nodded gratefully to the boil who passed on the blame, and then watched as Rex scurried away from her. Really, she wasn't that mad about it! After all, she did enjoy a good snack. She had merely meant to make sure students did not throw things, but the poor boil looked so absolutely horrified of getting in trouble with the professor..

And there was the matter of Enzo's little comment concerning the torch. Selene's face looked absolutely crushed.

"No, no, this won't do. Please, return to your seat, won't you?" She toddled over to Rex, and lifted a tiny, scaled hand out to him. "Come now, no need to be scared. I'm perfectly harmless!"

There was a familiar scent in the air. She couldn't smell it, of course, her tongue slithered out to taste it, and her expression lit up in delight. She turned, and scanned the students carefully, before spotting the obvious odd man out.

"Malcie!" The tiny little squeal was accompanied by a childish grin. She'd all but forgotten the poor boil she had backed into a wall, trembling at the mere sight of her. And to be fair, she'd never had a clue that she was the real cause behind his reaction. If she'd known better, perhaps, she might have felt even more guilty - and maybe a teeny tiny bit proud.

If humans could blue screen or death, Rep most certainly had. His eyes were wide as they had been since he had first registered the hissing in the room, but at this point there was no one home, the golem's eyes vacant black pools. Even as he was offered a hand to help him to his feet there was no outward response. Inside his head there was nothing but the sharp fizzling flashes of terror that lanced through his thoughts like the failed sparks of jumper cables attempting to start an unresponsive engine -handswithscalesprobablycoldtothetouch - teethandfangsandvenom

"Don't." he pleaded, almost too quiet to hear and simply waited for his inevitable demise, neither women nor snakes knew the meaning of mercy.

It was only when it never came that he slowly twitched back into conciousness, some of the stiff robotic terror bleeding out of him, leaving him a curled up puddle of fear on the floor. When he looked, her - it's attention was elsewhere. He made a run for it, half crawling, half running to the other side of the room where he ducked behind a table and sat on the floor, heart hammering a million miles an hour and sobbing shakily between every breath.

Professor Malcolm's reaction made Selene's entire face squish with delight - as if, just by saying her name in a non-committal manner, he'd actually somehow said he was so happy to see her and what a great honor it was to be with her today. She clapped her hands together, and turned back to the student-

"Ah! But I've lost you!" She squeaked, looking around herself quickly. "Oh well.." Spinning on her heel, she picked up her long robes and hurried over to Malcolm, her silly smile growing with every step until;

"Ah, no!" Her foot snagged on the leg of a table, and she tripped, tumbling until her face slammed hard against Malcolm's arm, pancaking it with the impact.

She pulled herself back up to her feet, and rubbed her squished nose. "Ah.. heehee.. just like old times." Patting his poor arm fondly, she headed back to her desk.

Zel shook his head slowly and placed a hand protectively over the notebook. "Well that's unfortunate - though I'm sure you might be able to be helped if they cut open that head and did some poking around in what passes for a brain for you." He wasn't trying to be mean or malicious but - the boil was starting off on way the wrong foot.

Taking a deep breath he sighed momentarily and bowed his head. "Sorry, name's Zel," he tilted his head slightly at the other boil.

"If you really must know I was just doodling to make sure my pen worked while I was waiting for class to start - I'm interested to see where this goes and what sort of practical training we'll get."

For the most part, Rosy kept to herself as the rest of the student enjoyed each others company. Lost in her own little world as she just drew designs on the paper in front of her. Every once in awhile, she glance up to see if she knew anyone, spotting one of two people, then go right back to her doodles.

Least on the bright side, she didn't have to worry about her brother trying to hover over her for now.

They did agree to do their owns things. And beside, he never expect her in a class.

Willow smiled at Maple and nodded, "Good, I'm glad it's getting easier." She said with a smile, "First year's always the toughest, don't worry."

She paused, "Oh my classes?" A small shrug, "They're going, some seem longer than others. Depends on who I'm in there with." She smiled towards Selene watching a boil look absolutely terrified before running off to another part of the room away from the Professor. "Though admittedly sometimes classes go by fast with the few amusements there are."



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Mjoll nodded, "I shall keep that in mind." She replied when the teacher said they weren't fattening. Her wings twitched trying to get more comfortable than what they currently were.

She watched as Selene approached a boil, who looked absolutely terrified at the teacher. There was a small smile, almost impish as she watched making note of this. When Selene had turned her attention else where she watched him skitter off, oh that was amusing.

Eyes shifting around the classroom, she watched the other students before noting Selene was returning, "You'll simply have to show me you managed to strike such fear into that one. I could see that coming in handy at some point." Granted Mjoll had no interest in teaching a class - she merely wanted the same perspective that the teacher got just in case she ever ended up in the situation.

"Rex" and Enzo would find a smiling imp looking down at the boil on the floor. " Hah! Charitable my a**! You couldn't talk up a ghoul if your life and unlife depended on it." He smiled at the boil. "Enzo here couldn't even get a woman in an auction to bid on him. He's luckier in frenching his roaches than any ghouls."

At the mention of werechickens, he just looked at Enzo. "If there were, you'd know about it."