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Merry bounded into the classroom in flurry of colorful feathers and bouncing curls. Almost immediately she spotted a pair of familiar faces she hadn't seen in quite a while, and of course she headed towards them. "Hell~o Helmut, Xavier. How are you two?"

A grin was aimed at both the dainty ghoul and the boil that appeared to be trying to disappear into his chair.






Contrary, Jory was much more subdued when he arrived, and very quietly selected a seat at the mid point between the front of the room and the back. Once settled he slipped his phone from his pocket so he could send a very quick text to a certain lazy mahamba boy, just to make sure he was aware there was a class going on.





Seiji was ready and eager for the day he could say goodbye to classes forever, and thankfully that day was fast approaching. He was so close he could almost taste it, but he was going to have to endure a few more months before he'd met his requirements for graduation.

Slipping intothe classroom, the ghost headed for a seat at the back of the class where he slouched down comfortably before folding his hands on the desktop.

Camilla had decided that her second year would be her year of classes! And so as she was looking at the board with all the Classes posted on it her eyes fall on a familiar title... She'd had that strange class before... But... Maybe it was different this time! Finally, with a nod she looks at the class number before heading on her way to the class.

When she arrives she nods a bit as her tail sways slightly, Yes this was the same exact room from before! And just like before it had a bunch of students inside already, Including a familiar Dragon Boil with a head tail! One that had a box in it's jaws... "Heh Dwa! What are you eating now?" she asks curiously as she approaches AJ and gives him a cheerful wave before carefully leaning down to look at the box... Oh! They were Pen Snakes! Those poor Minis!

"Eep! Dwa! You shouldn't eat minis so carelessly! Besides I think these belong to the teacher!" The Dormouse ghoul squeaks before lightly scolding the head tail and trying to take the box out of his mouth... I didn't work...

The mahamba received the text just as he was heading around the corner to the class. Things were still a little strange between them but it was slowly getting better. As Zaire entered the room glowing blue orbs roamed the faces before landing on Jory in the corner. A flicker of eye to the board and he snorted, picking up a notebook but not bothering to wrestle with the students tail that had apparently saw fit to eat the snakepens.

Nope.

Not interested.

Instead the year two shook his head and bypassed the whole mess to make his way to Jory, far to lazy to get more involved. Sliding into the chair beside his boilfriend Zaire leaned over and stole a quick kiss, "thanks for the reminder..." He settled back, an arm going around behind Jory's chair as he got comfy.

Serafina was quite happy to be an audience. The fact it was an interesting thing someone she knew was doing was just a bonus.

A laugh charm? Curiously, the ghoul plucked up the shell, eyes widening to show her brief surprise by the sound of laughter she heard in her head. Indeed, it wasn't particularly cheerful. It wasn't exactly what she would call frightening but...

"This combined with something else could certainly be creepy, though," offered Serafina, placing the shell back down on Brenley's desk. The ghoul figured he'd rather not her take it. "It's certainly better than anything I could do." Of course, that would likely mean little considering she was a ghost, but...



"Prom! That's coming up? Is the theme balloons? Or circuses? Wait, that was the theme previously wasn't it?" Ignatius immediately started theorizing as to the theme--when honestly he probably could have just waited for Rojo to tell him--before he suddenly stopped caring and paid attention to the compliment of his art. Of course it was lovely! He was lovely!

Well. Maybe he wouldn't use lovely as a descriptor. Maybe handsome. Or badass. Or fantastic.

"I am quite good with tesla coils! I wonder if I could play anything else..." Couldn't be that hard, right? He chuckled. "I'm alright! It's been great actually!" Minus the weird dreams, but then, those were kinda interesting in their own way... "I've been trying to learn how to free run up some of the taller dorms. I think that could be fun, especially the views up top."

The two could easily talk a mile a minute, it seemed...

"Mr. Danger, you will report to detention after class."

"I applaud your dedication to manners, young man." She didn't quite approve of the violence behind it but, hey, at least it was a start. "Perhaps you could start us off? Your full name, faction, a tidbit about yourself, and what you believe the word 'Etiquette' means. Please."

Despite how much Gabby did not feel the class deserved this information, he pushed himself back up to his feet, adjusted his collar to absolute sharp perfection, and tossed his hair back dramatically.

"Of course, Professor. My name is Gabriel, I am a ghost, and specifically a white ice dragon. I am perfection incarnate, according to my boilfriend, who is very clever and obviously correct in all things. Except when he disagrees with me. Also, I am the Treasurer of the Student Council. Please attend Prom, everyone."

Look, he was even promoting prom. Give him a damn cookie.

"Etiquette is the social skills required to be polite around other people, and know certain basic rules in order to prevent offense. Like having bare feet on a public table, for example." He glared at the boil with thinned eyes. "Or hitting on faculty members like a lewd beast."