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Vincent sat in Math class, light green eyes flickering around the room. He took down notes absentmindedly, barely paying attention to his teacher. His eyes had dark bags under them, signalling his lack of sleep. He had stayed up all night perfecting a spell, and it caused him to get only a wink of sleep.
He set down his pencil, rubbing his eyes and looking out the window. He started to fiddle with his Brimstone necklace, looking at his slightly fading makeup. The makeup he wore covered the symbols all over his body, making sure not to be suspicious. He had a total of 8 markings, all covered except the ones already covered by his clothing.

(Nicotes in math in the far back cornor and Meinkes in a random clqss-whoever interacts with him firat decides his fate +evil laugh+)

(Sammy is sitting in the middle and in the back of the Math classroom... Introvert so she won't interact first... To whom ever wants to interact come talk to her lol)

Xolia wasn't even paying attention, sitting in the back of the class. She rolled her pencil around on her desk, ignoring anything and everything the teacher was saying. Her pencil then annoyingly rolled off her desk and away.

Vincent caught sight of a pencil, making its measly way across the floor before stopping in close proximity of his desk. With furrowed brows, he glanced at the teacher before bending slightly and grasping the pencil. Studying it, he looked around the room for the owner. He ran his hand through his messy, dark red hair, a neutral look set upon his face.
He looked beside him, before silently bending over and putting the pencil on Xolia's desk. Since she was the closest, and due to the far away look in her eyes, he guessed that the wondering pencil was her's. With a sigh, he looked at the teacher and the clock, as he couldn't wait to get out of this class.

She noticed the pencil being put back on her desk but didn't acknowledge in any way the person who returned it to her. There was no point. She silently put the pencil in her pocket, dangerously leaning back in her chair. She'd done this thousands of times, as once it'd even had been a training method for her and mindlessly stared up at the ceiling.

Amelia quietly watched the class while writing down the occasional note. She noticed one of her feathers on the desk and slowly hid it in her hoodies pocket. She went back to writing notes, silently hoping no one noticed.

"Oh great, other side of the school?" Cori asked, sighing heavily. He wasn't looking forward to sitting out and having to watch all the others get to run around in gym, it always put him in a sour mood to watch and not be able to do anything. He hated sitting still.
"Well, you're the only person I know so far, so I guess I hope I have more classes with you too." He replied, putting his hands in his pockets as he followed after Theo. He wasn't in a real hurry either, it wasn't like he was going to do anything anyways.
"So, Theo, while we're on the topic, which teachers should I look out for?"
I remember Ms. London in third grade, that lady was scary. I'm surprised she didn't eat a kid for looking at her wrong. Haha, it was kinda fun to make her mad though. I swear steam literally came out of her ears when I did the classic "thumbtack on chair" trick. He thought with a small smirk at the memory.