@GiftOfArtemis ( ( no worries there. I love the way that played out.))
Faye's hand shot up in the air as Mrs. Opal helped the young student up. "Excuse me, Mrs. Opal. It wasn't her fault. I think a couple kids are just jealous that they aren't as smart as her." Her eyes bore holes through the heads of a few students. If looks could kill. The snickers quieted down as the wyrm child spoke. Some heated glares were now directed at the girl.
"Snitch." One girl breathed. "She didn't even get hurt. I could have done worse." All was muttered under the preteens breath, only audible to those with super hearing.
Another hand was raised toward the back, "Mrs. Opal. Harriet is the one who tripped her. I heard her admit it clearly." This girl was a close friend of Faye's. The first one she had when coming here. And by the looks of her she was for sure a hyppogriff's offspring. From her long curved nails, feathery hair, black wings, and long horse tail trailing behind her, it was easy to see.
The teacher shook her head at the duo. They were always the ones to tell her about the wrongs other students did. It couldn't be helped. "Miss Harriet Richards, please see me after class. I won't keep you long."
"Yes ma'am." Came the soft reply.
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Jason gently reached out to take her schedule. The map was laid on his desk. The young man looked between the two papers, oblivious to the other students that had begun to file in. He soon looked back to Maeve. "I'm actually in most of these classes myself, and the ones we don't share, I am only a couple classes away from. It will be quite easy to escort you, Miss Maeve."
He smiled and handed her papers back. It soon became rather crowded in the room now. While Advanced Mathematics wasn't a required course, many of the older students took it for extra credits. It would help them acquire a good job in the future. The teacher came in and began to straighten a few books at her desk. Jason leaned closer to Maeve, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Mr. Naga is pretty strict, but he's one of the smartest people here. If you need help, he'll assign you a tutor. You just need to ask him. One warning though, I wouldn't come very late to this class. He'll overload you with homework as punishment."
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Ayala had shrunken back as the ring leader stepped forward to take away her hat. Only, the cap remained in place. Upon raising her gaze, she noticed Beck standing in front of her. Her face flushed as she heard him defend her. Beckham was protecting her. A smile spread across her lips as the boy turned and opened his wings with a snap. Her heart skipped a beat. Seeing his wings spread out fully only improved his image in her mind. She couldn't stop smiling as they strode down the hall away from the girls. Sure they would probably give her grief when she was alone, but that didn't matter now. What mattered most to her was the fact that she had been defended by the most handsome guy in school.
His nickname for her made her giggle. "T-thank you Beckham. That was n-nice of you to do that, when you d-didn't have to." She blushed again, thinking back to his responses to the selkies hurtful remarks. They were nearly to class now. However the tardy bell could ring at any moment. Ah, with any luck, their hastened steps would carry them to class before the bell went off.
Faye's hand shot up in the air as Mrs. Opal helped the young student up. "Excuse me, Mrs. Opal. It wasn't her fault. I think a couple kids are just jealous that they aren't as smart as her." Her eyes bore holes through the heads of a few students. If looks could kill. The snickers quieted down as the wyrm child spoke. Some heated glares were now directed at the girl.
"Snitch." One girl breathed. "She didn't even get hurt. I could have done worse." All was muttered under the preteens breath, only audible to those with super hearing.
Another hand was raised toward the back, "Mrs. Opal. Harriet is the one who tripped her. I heard her admit it clearly." This girl was a close friend of Faye's. The first one she had when coming here. And by the looks of her she was for sure a hyppogriff's offspring. From her long curved nails, feathery hair, black wings, and long horse tail trailing behind her, it was easy to see.
The teacher shook her head at the duo. They were always the ones to tell her about the wrongs other students did. It couldn't be helped. "Miss Harriet Richards, please see me after class. I won't keep you long."
"Yes ma'am." Came the soft reply.
--
Jason gently reached out to take her schedule. The map was laid on his desk. The young man looked between the two papers, oblivious to the other students that had begun to file in. He soon looked back to Maeve. "I'm actually in most of these classes myself, and the ones we don't share, I am only a couple classes away from. It will be quite easy to escort you, Miss Maeve."
He smiled and handed her papers back. It soon became rather crowded in the room now. While Advanced Mathematics wasn't a required course, many of the older students took it for extra credits. It would help them acquire a good job in the future. The teacher came in and began to straighten a few books at her desk. Jason leaned closer to Maeve, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Mr. Naga is pretty strict, but he's one of the smartest people here. If you need help, he'll assign you a tutor. You just need to ask him. One warning though, I wouldn't come very late to this class. He'll overload you with homework as punishment."
--
Ayala had shrunken back as the ring leader stepped forward to take away her hat. Only, the cap remained in place. Upon raising her gaze, she noticed Beck standing in front of her. Her face flushed as she heard him defend her. Beckham was protecting her. A smile spread across her lips as the boy turned and opened his wings with a snap. Her heart skipped a beat. Seeing his wings spread out fully only improved his image in her mind. She couldn't stop smiling as they strode down the hall away from the girls. Sure they would probably give her grief when she was alone, but that didn't matter now. What mattered most to her was the fact that she had been defended by the most handsome guy in school.
His nickname for her made her giggle. "T-thank you Beckham. That was n-nice of you to do that, when you d-didn't have to." She blushed again, thinking back to his responses to the selkies hurtful remarks. They were nearly to class now. However the tardy bell could ring at any moment. Ah, with any luck, their hastened steps would carry them to class before the bell went off.