[center][b]Rosalyn[/b][/center]

Rosalyn smoothly ignored Drew's comment about peeking once again and just flipped the page of his book. He glanced up as the perv sat down on the couch with a book of his own. Moments later he asked about Bride. The hand Rosalyn wasn't holding the book with curled into a fist. He didn't think that Drew had the right to ask considering it was his fault Bride had been so drunk. "Thanks to you she was incredibly drunk last night. But she got home safely after I called her mom. I don't know about how she feels today yet, I forgot to get her phone number." He said curtly, not looking up from his book.

He decided that now would be a good as time as any to tell Drew about the lunch. "Oh, by the way. I made lunch for me and Bride, but there were some leftovers so I put them together for you. If you don't like it, I don't care." Rosalyn said, glancing up from his book this time as he did. He glanced up at the clock and checked the time. It was probably about time to go down for school. So he closed his book and got up. Grabbing his bag he started putting the stuff he would need for today in it, including the lunches made for himself and Bride. Drew's lunch he left on the counter for the pervert to get himself. A silent way of saying that he was not invited to eat lunch with them.

[center][b]Leon[/b][/center]

Leon wandered through the halls with a little bit of a spring in his step. Even after walking for a while he wasn't tired or anything. Somebody bumped into Leon and instantly apologized. He turned to look at them, speaking as he did. "Oh, don't worry about it." The small girl looked familiar. No wait, it was a guy, it was definitely a guy. How did he know that? Leon was silent for a moment as he tried to figure it out. Then it hit him. They had shared a hospital room for a while a while after Leon had first gotten sick. They had talked a bunch and played games together and stuff. Leon remembered the guy had started teaching him the language of flowers. What was his name?

"Lavender?" He asked, hoping he remembered the guy's name correctly. "Its Leon, we shared a hospital room together for a while. Like five years ago." He remembered that both of them had been pretty sick during that time. But while Leon had gotten worse, Lavender, if that was his name, seemed to be doing better. He couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous at that.

[center][b]Quincy[/b][/center]

Quincy was glad that Angela was willing to help him out with the notes. One of them was her anyway so it worked out pretty well. "Thank you." He said as Angela walked out of the room. Genuinely grateful for the support. Hopefully now he could take a little nap with interruptions. But with the spiking of the punch, he doubted it. He wondered what that kid had gotten for punishment anyway. Since he wasn't here, it obviously wasn't helping him out. Which he was grateful for. The headmistress must know how tired healers could get. Especially during battles and wars. Luckily Quincy hadn't been recruited for a war yet, but he had seen his fair share of battles. Not happy fun times in the slightest.

With a sigh the mouse flopped down on the desk and closed his eyes. He was so sleepy, and from what his sensitive ears could pick up, there was nobody walking his way. So he finally allowed himself to go to sleep. Drifting off within seconds of his head hitting the desk. The next person to walk into the room and wake him up would be in for a very grumpy school nurse.