[centre] [h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3] Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. No. Oh God. She’s coming this way. Oh God. No. Please. No. God no. Please. Please. Huh?? Meredith strolled over to him and she had a rather sweet smile on her face. Which might have been, y’know, soothing, but for whatever reason Graham still felt his blood turn to ice. Then something [i]wrong[/i] brushed against his back. The beast giggled. [color=f7976a]“Looks like someone is drinking way too early this morning~ You alright? It would be a shame,”[/color] [color=fdc68a][i]My, what large teeth you have, Grandma. And a drink would be lovely right about now.[/i][/color] [color=f7976a]“If you,”[/color] The tendril flew across his neck, wrapping tightly and squeezing. Graham coughed silently. He was absolutely positive that this was against like...all of the laws. Forever. Bad alien teacher. ABUSE! THIS WAS ABUSE! [color=f7976a]“Got hurt~”[/color] [color=fdc68a][i]Lying sack of shit.[/i][/color] Welp. He began rising once more. Did people not see his legs? They worked, y’know. He wasn’t a fucking puppet or doll that had to be manhandled. In any case, he was once more on his feet. Seriously though, what kind of incompetent asswipe hired a fucking monster to be around teenagers? [color=f7976a]“So...please don’t do anything foolish like this again in the future, or I’ll have to do something...unpleasant.”[/color] … Did… Did she just threaten him? Was she serious? She couldn’t just DO that...could she? … [color=fdc68a][i]I’m not in Kansas anymore…[/i][/color] [color=f7976a]“Ehehe you seem to be fine! Go take a seat somewhere!~ Maybe by this Gracie person?”[/color] Graham frowned as the monster turned to the class and...ugh...touched him again. He looked at Gracie who was staring at him. She was here. Why the hell was she here? HOW the hell was she here? He had way too many questions to ask, and might have taken the monster’s suggestion and sat by her...but she was in the front. That wasn’t fuckin’ happening. He would kindly take a spot as far from the beast as possible. So Graham turned back to the seat he had originally eyed and strolled over to it, sliding into the desk behind the slumbering blonde. Some dude near Gracie had asked the beast a question, and Graham silently thanked him. Anything that made this Cthulhu knock-off less likely to consume his soul, the better, really. The lad opened his bag and looked at the mess inside. He uh...wasn’t too stellar at the whole packing thing. He stuck an arm inside and flailed about looking for a notebook. He found one and pulled it out before doing the same for a pen. He then turned to a random page and began doodling, effectively checking out. There were ink dragons that needed life, dammit. [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=CD5C5C]~Gracie Turner~[/color][/h3] “Gracie?!” The familiar voice caught Gracie off-guard, but she quickly regained her composure as she turned to face it. And lo and behold, her ‘big’ brother had decided to drop in, quite literally, she might add. [i][color=CD5C5C]Oh. The Potato has this class, too? Hmm…[/color][/i] She wasn’t necessarily disappointed, she did like Graham well enough, but despite being a bit of a dweeb, he didn’t have many redeeming qualities, like Tabby. Oh well. Maybe she’d torture him if she got bored enough. She then noticed Ms. Hillard head toward Graham. She bent down and Gracie almost couldn’t believe her eyes. Ms. Hillard had...tentacles. So it was true...she really WAS something nonhuman...Gracie barely contained a squee. She was fascinated by creatures like this in her fantasy stories. The ones that walked amongst the humans without the latter ever suspecting a thing, just to morph into a nightmarish abomination and unleash its wrath upon the town. Although, maybe that particular situation would be...unpleasant in this circumstance. She did have a rather kind smile on her face… She seemed legitimately concerned over the youngest Turner, and as such, won a few points in Gracie’s eyes. She even helped him to his feet. How very thoughtful. Gracie full on missed the threat though. The teacher turned back and a guy near her asked a question. Gracie made eye contact with Graham...what did he want? Then she noticed an empty desk near her. She silently begged anything that may be listening to convince the boy to choose another seat. She loved him, but dammit, she wasn’t about to do his work for him or let him copy her homework when he inevitably ended up being too lazy to do it. Ultimately, he ended up heading towards the back of the room and Gracie let out a sigh of relief. She returned her gaze to Ms. Hillard and awaited her next words with bated breath. [/centre]