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[respaces]

WHO: Anyone who wants in!
WHERE: The Xavier Institue
WHEN: During this school week
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: First week of school! Isn't everyone pumped?
FORMAT: Any

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Hallways!

[respaces]

[Maaaaybe if you chill by the lockers long enough, the bell will never ring?]

[tooksteps]

[She's looking up. Because it's just her luck that the locker she has been assigned is on the top-level and she, of course, is much shorter than the average student.

She has only been here for half a day and she's already composed one letter (already sent technopahtically) to her therapist requesting a cessation to her schooling. She should be at work. It is her design to protect and watch, not learn.

The Red Queen is not amused.]

[lie_to_him]

[Hallways are not a place that brings back good memories. In fact this whole school offers up a lot of issues that he thought he had left behind, or more accurately pushed deep down inside. Still being that the halls are the only means with which to go from the teachers lounge to his class here Wesley is avoiding the pushing and loud voices as all teachers are able to do.

The sight of a student looking up at the top locker makes him pause because he once knew that feeling of being too short to reach anything despite what his current height may suggest. Mentally kicking himself he steps closer and clears his throat]

Do you require assistance?

[tooksteps]

I require a different locker. This one is too tall.

[She looks at the man, adding his face to her data base. Likely a teacher, although at a school dedicated to teaching those with no experience how to use the 'Porter's gifts it is often difficult to tell.

Best to ask.]

Are you a teacher?

[lie_to_him]

They really don't take students into consideration, do they?

[He mainly spoke to himself]

I am. Mr. Wyndam-Pryce - Languages. If I may know your combination?

[tooksteps]

[She hands him the combination.]

It should be empty, I do not keep anything in there.

[She motions to the notebook and slim pencil case she's carrying.]

These are all that I ever bring. Unless I bring lunch, but I do not mind carrying that. Is it required to have a locker?

[lie_to_him]

[He barely needs to glance at the combination before spinning the lock and opening the empty locker]

Not in my opinion. My school never had any lockers and I seemed to do just fine. If you would like to keep a locker here then I suggest requesting a move to one more easily accessible.

[tooksteps]

[Her head tilts slightly and if Wesley looks very carefully, he may see the shadow of a red glow behind her eyes as she focuses on some point in the distance.]

I have notified the maintenance department and my homeroom teacher via e-mail. Is there anyone else I should contact?

[lie_to_him]

[He pauses for a moment, not meaning to stare, but the whole concept of the powers in this place is still slightly new. Of course he's seen worse at home, so he just pushes through]

Mnm, I think that should do you.

Which classes are you taking?

[tooksteps]

Philosophy, art history, music appreciation, classic, American and advanced British literature.

[Pause.] My therapist set my schedule.

[lie_to_him]

[He doesn't flinch at the mention of this child having a therapist. Probably more should, especially the children, he briefly thinks]

Ah, well then you'll be one of my students; I also teach literature.

[tooksteps]

I see. Are you a good teacher?

[lie_to_him]

[He actually has to think for a moment. His track record with students isn't exactly the best, but given the circumstances...]

I'm knowledgeable in my subjects probably to the frustration of some, but I've never imparted that knowledge to a group of children before. Well, a group of children who essentially have to listen to me.

OPEN - either while walking or hiding!

[peanutblooder]

You know what NOBODY wants to have trying to walk through a hallway with them? Some stupid kid with GIGANTIC POINTY HORNS. And yet Tavros has no choice. D:{

After the first few moments, he tries walking with his head turned slightly to the side, to narrow his general space needs, but this meant that it was harder for him to see where he was going and thus more likely to bump into someone, and it made him late for a few classes because he walked right by the door because he was turned away from the number.

By third period, Tavros was a wreck, and when he found himself in a quiet stairwell, he just sat down to give his nerves a rest. Although, that had been five minutes ago, and the bell was going to ring any time now, and he had half the school to cross. Half the busy, busy school.

[zapswithmagic]

[Billy is standing in the hallway with his locker open, decking out the inside of it with a bunch of nerd stuff.]

[thenicehulk]

I knew you were going to do that.

[And there's a Teddy peeking over Billy's shoulder and smiling at him.]