[centre] [h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3] [color=f7976a]“Eheh, well aren’t you the little Renaissance man? I do...love someone who loves the arts~”[/color] Wha… [color=f7976a]“Maaaaaybe~ You could show us one of these beaches sometime, hmm? Maybe the first years could have a field trip or something! Marine biology is quite different from mammals and other land animals.”[/color] What was...did she…. “Ohh….I haven’t been to the beach in ages, perhaps...I could get someone a bit more familar with them to show me around. I could do with a new swimsuit too~ I wonder where I could possibly find a good looking guy to help...with that small problem?~” WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!! She was coming on to him. She was one hundred percent coming on to him. She wanted the Graham, not that he could blame her. Oh Gods…what did he know about female swimsuits? He wasn’t ready for a committed relationship. And with an older lady? She had experience that he couldn’t match... But no… He was the breathtakingly dashing student, and she the nightmarishly terrifying alien teacher from space.Theirs’ would be an impossible love. … Wait...what the hell? NO! ABORT! ABORT! Graham had to mentally slap himself. He had to have misheard her. She couldn’t have said that. PLEASE don’t have let her said that. It was uh...lost in translation. Haha, yeah, that had to be it. She was an alien, so English wasn’t her first language...probably. And was she an alien? She only said that she wasn’t hatched on Earth...Demon snake lady? Likely. In any case, the normally sharp witted Graham found himself utterly speechless, so he closed his eyes, trying to escape into nothingness. It never worked, but he still kept trying. If Ted could do it… A familiar voice pierced the silence. Graham didn’t want to open his eyes. That would mean confirming this hellish nightmare. “OOh, it’s fine! Graham here was just regaling us at how sexy he looked on a beach. While you two are up here, perhaps you can introduce yourselves before you take a seat?” He finally peeked through one eye. It was her. Graham’s mouth flew open in a mixture of rage and disgust. This absolutely could not be happening. This was literally his personal hell. Why, of all the people in all the classrooms, did it have to be THAT person in THIS classroom? [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=FFB6C1]~Tabitha Turner~[/color][/h3] “OOh, it’s fine!” ...that was it? Tabitha was...not expecting that. Any of that. This chick was supposed to be the maneating beast she was terrified of? … Fuck rumors, man. Fuck ‘em all. Tabitha’s disappointment was intense. For a moment, at least. Then she realized she wasn’t going to die, and all was good again. And then it got even better. [color=f7976a]“Graham here was just regaling us at how sexy he looked on a beach. While you two are up here, perhaps you can introduce yourselves before you take a seat?~”[/color] Tabitha laughed. She couldn’t even attempt to hold it back. Graham? Sexy? First off, ew. Secondly, no. Finally, pfft. She looked over towards Graham who was just staring at her all slackjawed. She grinned. Honestly, he was just asking for it now. [color=FFB6C1]“Sexy, eh? I remember that beach trip. He was too scared to get in the water so he just stayed on the beach. Then he got like, a terrible sunburn and spent the rest of the trip at the beachhouse. And…”[/color] She paused, snickering a bit before continuing, [color=FFB6C1]“Didn’t you like, wet the bed every night we were down there? Oh my God...did you already piss the bed here?”[/color] The newest redhead let that question float in the air for a moment. Graham’s skin had turned a shade lighter than his hair. Heh. What a spaz. [color=FFB6C1]“Oops, sorry. Got distracted there. I’m Tabby Turner. Uhm...ok then. Three fun facts: I box, pretty well I might add. I’m probably the best bassist in this dump. And I’ve got a twin sister. She’s sitting over there.”[/color] Tabitha ended her spiel by pointing towards Gracie who had pulled out her book and was buried nose deep in it, pretending that this wasn’t happening. Tabby gazed over the the class, then turned back to Meredith. [color=FFB6C1]“That’s it, I guess?”[/color] She looked over at Anouk and shrugged before trotting off towards the back of the classroom. A horrified Graham eyed her suspiciously and after realizing what her dastardly plan was, began silently begging for her to reconsider. Too late, Little Bro. Tabby slid into the seat immediately to Graham’s left. She could feel him mouthing the words ‘Fuck you’ at her. She just grinned her shiteating grin. Game on, dork. First point goes to Tabs. That’s Tabby - 1, Graham - 0. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Graham throwing his head against the surface of his desk, stopping just before he made contact. Silent temper tantrum, then? She leaned back in her chair and threw her hands behind her head, kicking back in style. She waited for Anouk to say her stuff...but she’d learn that soon enough. Honestly, she was more curious about the other peeps in the room. What kind of freaky deaky powers did they have? Ooooh~ [/centre]