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flickofawrist

idris; thursday ft

Sep 10, 2015 07:34

There seemed to be a thick layer of excitement in the air today. When Flick found his way into the classroom, trailed by George and Simon, he found that both the dregs and the Shadowhunter Shitface Club were all there. They'd heard a rumor that an experienced Shadowhunter was going to be giving a guest lecture today so the instructors had shoved ( Read more... )

*dean penhallow, *george lovelace, *beatriz, @idris, *isabelle, *simon, ~canon

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seveninchmotto September 10 2015, 15:11:20 UTC

Isabelle nodded at the dean, even flashing a little smile. But when the dean left, she turned and regarded her class with absolute contempt. Or at least some haughty disdain. It was largely for effect.

She'd come here for a purpose, see.

"I am not actually here to instruct any of you idiots," she told the class, walking up and down the rows of desks. She didn't give Flick any extra attention. Or any of it, actually. "If you want to use a whip, train with one, and if you lose an ear, don't be a big whiny baby."

flickofawrist September 10 2015, 15:18:43 UTC

Flick raised an eyebrow at her tone and finally looked up, trying to gauge what she was going for her because it didn't seem to be educating them about her experience.

He glanced around, taking in Simon's wide eyes, George slightly open mouth and Beatriz's furrowed brow. He wondered what Cartwright was doing but he wasn't about to turn around and to see.

seveninchmotto September 10 2015, 15:23:38 UTC

Isabelle wanted to smirk at how almost all the boys were watching her as if they were a nest of snakes intent on being charmed. Some of the girls were watching her that way too.

She didn't smirk, though.

"I am here," she announced, finishing her prowl of the perimeter and turning to face them all again with snapping eyes, "to stake a claim."

flickofawrist September 10 2015, 15:27:30 UTC

Wait a second...

Flick's eyebrows went up at those last words and he wondered if she was about to do what he thought she might be about to do. He could feel Simon looking over at him before his attention turned back to Isabelle.

Leaning forward, Flick rested his arms on the desk and focused his eyes right on her now. Even if she wasn't going to look at him, he was going to look at her intently.

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