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Emma unlocked the door to her dorm, hoping to sneak in a nap for the day. It was still early but she already felt tired due to today’s hijinks- not that this level of lethargy was unusual for the girl. Her thoughts were focused on Brent, Clark, and the date that she was apparently going on with Marcus. As she headed in she grumbled to herself in frustration, [color=8A3DFF]”I’ve only been her for what, two days and…”[/color] Emma became cognizant of Hazel, sitting at her desk working on something. Emma quickly forced her frown into an admittedly weak smile. [color=8A3DFF]”Oh, hey Hazel. How’s it goin’?”[/color] She was trying her best to sound friendly, hoping not to seem like she was reluctant to talk to her. She wasn’t sure how effective her effort was. 

Hazel turned her head towards the familiar voice, wondering what it was she meant. There was nothing moving in here, nor was she moving anything. What she was doing was trying to answer all these questions. Sometimes it was as easy as finding the X and putting an arrow over it or circling it, but then it hits her with a question about Ferdinand. She had heard the name a few times before, but she had no idea what a 'soccerplayer' had to do with a worldwide war.

[color=fff79a]"Nothing is moving,"[/color] she answered.

She was dressed with the barest minimum required to not be considered completely naked, as her roommates seemed to be bothered by her not being clothed at all. For what reasons, she did not know. No one was bothered by it before, nor did anyone really bother making her wear anything besides that odd white suit before. But she did know that tired look, and Emma being fully clothed could only mean that she had ran another experiment or the like very recently.

[color=fff79a]"Tired?"[/color] she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Emma gave Hazel a somewhat perplexed look. Moving? She tried to piece together how Hazel could've interpreted her words, trying to figure out the rhyme and reason of her speech. 'Going'. Yep, that was what confused her. Emma nodded to herself, [color=8A3DFF]"Yeah, tired."[/color] She said, sighing. [color=8A3DFF]"When most people say 'how's it going' they're usually trying to ask how you're doing, or what you're doing... or... well, there are some nuances."[/color] She said, shrugging. She approached the girl to get a look at what she was working on, [color=8A3DFF]"What I meant was 'what are you doing'."[/color] 

[color=fff79a]"This,"[/color] Hazel replied simply, thrusting a handful of the test papers at Emma. It was the ones she had completed, with most of the answers looking like they had been scrawled in by a kindergartener who was still holding the pencil with a fist. Not that far from the truth, considering she was still grasping the pen that way. By now there was only a few more tests she had not finished, having worked on it doggedly since she took a shower that morning.

Emma took the papers, nodding. She cringed slightly when she saw Hazel's handwriting, but decided it was best to be polite. [color=8A3DFF]"The tests? Don't be too worried, they're just there to place you in classes, not really an actualy exam or anything. But... I can help you if you want?"[/color] She tentatively offered.

[color=fff79a]"Classes?"[/color]

Classes meant lessons, or at least Hazel thought so. She had absolutely no idea what some of these were, and the barest understanding of what the rest. If so... would they accept it if she had help? Would that not somehow ruin the tests? But then again, help with some of these would be great, especially for some of the more mind boggling questions. Conflicted, she ran over the scenarios in her head, staring blankly at the papers before her. Perhaps if she had help with only one of these papers... . The rest seemed relatively doable, at least considering what she had slogged through so far.

[color=fff79a]"Yes. Please help."[/color]

[color=8A3DFF]"Alright..."[/color] Emma was already getting the distinct feeling that she was about to be very frustrated, but she resolved to help her all the same.
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Her head was still spinning from trying to even solve any of the questions. Hazel could barely even multiply let alone do all this x things. But at least the paper was finished, and only the less confusing papers were left.

Emma didn't expect Hazel to be good at math, but... well, it seemed that whatever she had been through to account for her odd behavior had also gotten in the way of her learning. Emma tried her best to explain what to do instead of outright giving her the answers but it was indeed [i]very[/i] frustrating as she had expected. By the end her smile had lost it's edge, but to her credit she never made it obvious that she was starting to get annoyed by Hazel's ineptitude.