She spots Robbie and Ash out a window, she rushes out of the class quickly and steps beside Robbie. She glares down at Ash, a sneer on her face as her hands glow with magic.

"Oh great," Ash growled. "One of your little friends." Robbie was actually really relieved that Claire had come because Ash probably would've killed him because of...reasons that he didn't want to think about. "Yeah, she's my friend. Stand down, Ash." Ash was a skilled swordsman. He stood tall and could be described as a strikingly handsome man with bright silver eyes, high cheekbones, and pale skin. He has thick, tousled jet-black hair. He is lean, muscular and tall, with the typically pointed ears of a faery and an earring in one, except he used glamour to hide his faery ears

she tries to focus, but this was her most boring teacher.

She honestly thought Ash wasn't that bad looking but knew that he was bad, she glares at him, her hand bright with magic. "Ash, is it?" She asks, tilting her head to the side slightly, her pointed ears showing as her long black hair is behind her ear.

"Who wants to know," he muttered. He whistled, and his steed trotted over to him. "You summer faeries need to stay out of my business," he said as he mounted his pure black horse and rode away. Robbie spat on the ground, really hating Ash. And they weren't just enemies because they were from different courts.

She huffs, watching him go. She shrugs, "Doesn't seem so bad." She chuckles, joking. She nudges him, walking off.

She ends up asleep.

Robbie just shakes his head, going on a walk outside. He goes down a path that's thick with...nothingness. No trees, no bushes, just dirt.

He passes Claire, who is finishing a drawing she was doing of a horse.

She starts to fall asleep.