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*smiles kindly to Raston* 'We could give him a scare with my monsters, let's do it after this class.' *listens to the shadow things* 'I have heard of them, but my dad has killed some he says with his supernatural hunts. This class is boring, I want to do something interesting. Can't we make cool brews and make ourselfs fly stuff like that?' *looks annoyed around*

Raston wasn't sure how he could be on time since he wasn't sure where he was. Did he miss some kind of intro? Frowning, he used his staff to help find an empty seat where he promptly sat next to a strong smell of sugar that was unlike anything he'd encountered before. The classroom certainly wasn't designed for someone with near blindness but his ears picked up all sorts of interesting whispers.

"Wraith? I've never heard the name but it sounds like the Nightmares that witches commune with. Laurette used to mention them..." His voice soft and clearly ill-used, Raston didn't exactly make an uproar with his answer. But then, he wasn't used to a classroom setting in the first place.

*walks too Raston* "I am princess Rosegem who are you?"

Raston turned his head toward the girl who asked him a question. Ah, it was the one that smelled of sugar and something faintly floral too. Roses? Like her name? "My name is Raston. It's nice to meet you," he said with a small dip of his head, though he wasn't sure if they were supposed to be chatting now. The fact that someone to his left growled only seemed to reiterate that fact. So, with his hand clenched tight over his staff in case a fight broke out, he settled back down in his seat, hoping that the teacher didn't give him any further sort of introduction. The class really was whispering at this point.

'Moss comes out of nowhere' "What the? Where..." 'He looks confused'

After appearing out of nowhere, in front of this place, she is asking herself: "How, wait a minute, how did I get here, who are you?"

'It's sort of nice too talk too you to.' *bows* 'She probably will lecture us, look more people' *points too the two new people*

"Who? When? Why?" 'He's now really confused'

"Not a knight, a Hollow Bug, this is simple armor"

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Zuill stood outside of the classroom, obviously nervous at how late they had made themselves. It was unfortunate, really, but it couldn't be helped. They had slept in late, so concerned about getting enough sleep for the day ahead that they hadn't realized it would wind up being more detrimental than not. The centaur sighed deeply, pushing a hand through their hair and then sliding their glasses down onto their nose. This school was weird, it was chaotic, but it was they only one near enough to their home for them to attend. Plus, it was the only one that offered a garden for herb growth, which was always appreciated.

Anxious, they finally opened the door, hooves clomping on the ground loudly as they entered and stood near the back. With a body like theirs, of course, they couldn't sit. "Um, sorry I'm late," Zuill muttered, keeping their head and eyes tipped downwards.

Raston quieted immediately when they got into trouble with the teacher, though it didn't seem to be a sentiment that, well, any of his classmates held. A ruckus sounded, along with new conversations and voices. New people arriving? He couldn't be sure, but they sounded as confused as he felt when he found himself here. "I think it will be okay if you calm down and let the teacher explain it but we shouldn't make her mad," he sighed, more giving up at this point than feeling upset.

Turning to Rex, he let his frown deepen. "Don't pick a fight. You-"

However, he was interrupted by yet another newcomer that left him completely in shock. Without a doubt, those were hooves on the hard floors. "...a horse?" He sat there in confusion, unable to understand why someone would ride a horse into a building. Unsanitary!

Another swell of embarrassment washed over them as they garnered even the slightest bit of attention. Trying their best not to shuffle and to stay as quiet, as neutral as possible, swung their head up a little bit. Dark hair framed their tanned face, freckles smattered across their nose and their green eyes peering around at the different faces anxiously. "Uh, well," they started, voice soft and airy, comparable to a flute, "half -right, I guess. A lot of people think that, actually, um." They fidgeted with their hands a bit, trying to find the appropriate words. Speaking had never been their strong suit.

On that note, nothing really was a strong suit for Zuill aside from gardening, and, because of their massive size, fighting.

"I'm a centaur, actually," they said finally, voice quieter than before. Again, they lowered their head, wishing to simply disappear. Not only were they late, but had obviously caused another distraction. Though, from Zuill's perspective, it seemed like the class was pretty distractible anyway. To be honest, they weren't even quite sure what class this was, all they knew is that it was plainly printed on the top of their schedule. They shuffled, hooves striking the floor loudly again, before settling back into a corner, trying to make themselves seem as small as possible.

Still listening to the class she mumbles: "When will it end?", still being oblivious about what is happening.

"What did you say, Purple lizard?"