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~Meredith Hillard~[/color]

“Ahem. Yeah, hello uhm...I’m uh...I’m the twin. Gracie Tru-err, Turner. I’m fifteen. I’m from Kentucky, uh, in the States. I like to read and play the-the drums. Graham cries during Disney movies and until last year, slept with a nightlight and a stuffed Teddy Bear named Pippin.”

Meredith giggled rather loudly at Grahams expense. Ooh, that was just hilarious! She couldn't quite figure out why, but for whatever reason it was just funny to laugh at Graham. She wondered briefly if some cosmic space entity other than herself found it hilarious to watch the poor guy get picked on. Well, whatever. She was sure he had enough for now, at the moment anyways. There was always tomorrow for other torture stuff!~

"Excusez-moi, Madame Hillard..." Upon hearing the french, she immediately turned to see who had intruded upon her classroom. Not that she particularly cared. Interruptions were to be expected, especially on the first day. Students got lost in the place all the time.

"I would like to speak to you about one of your students...one Zacary Yoxall? Well, he was caught in ze food storage and damaged our door. He...he will be working off ze damages with myself and my colleagues, on top of his punishment, so his attendance in your class will be sparing..."

Hrmm...well, she supposed that couldn't really be helped! She'd just have to make sure to give him extra special super duper hard lessons after class. Shouldn't be too difficult to track down this Zacary person. If anything, she could even use this as an opportunity...yes, the plans were forming quite well in her head. She could get close to Zac...and have him slip her a key to the food storage door! Yes, that was it! The chefs didn't let her anywhere near the place normally, but with a student? Hehe...she could work a student.

[color=f7976a]"Oh, pas mal du tout!~"[/color] (No trouble at all!)She cheerily replied. [color=f7976a]"I'll be sure to stop by later and give him any work he missed!~"[/color] Which probably translated to: [i]"I'll stop by later so I can sneak into the food stores myself!"[/i]. It was an ingenious plan, really. She'd give this Zac kid a passing grade simply for letting her in the food stores. Fair trade off indeed! Nothing could possibly go wrong. Well, that explained most of the students, then. There was just two more missing...

"Sorry I'm late, I hope I didn't miss anything."

And there was the second to last one! Though, she supposed by now he was the last one that was going to show up. Anyway ya look at it, if they weren't here now there was probably not much that could be done to convince them to come. Ah well. She walked over to the new kid. He looked to be pretty young form the looks of it. Though really, she might be way off. All humans looked the same to her. Unless they were really old and wrinkly. Ah, the wonders of being practically ageless alien space alien. Don't have to worry about wrinkles! Of course, most of her people probably looked ten times worse...as in, squid like worse.

[color=f7976a]"Heh~"[/color] She chuckled, looking down at him. [color=f7976a]"So you're my newest vict-err, I mean Student! Welcome welcome, go sit down! How about...next to that blonde over there!"[/color] She said, pointing to Emily. [color=f7976a]"Also if you could introduce yourself, please do!~"[/color]

[color=003471]~Ziska Sieghild~[/color]

[color=9e0039]"Heya Ziska, you're looking rather ravishing this morning. Were you busy disciplining someone this morning as it is rather outlandish to see you late."[/color]

Ah...Lukas. The womanizing psychic. The both of them had their fair share of fights over the course of last year in the training room. Both of them were perfectly skilled in the art of swordplay. She had speed, reflexes and an almost impenetrable defense, and he had telekinesis and more weapons than she had. Fighting him was always a decent test of her abilities, even if she had never actually considered herself to have a win over him. She would get him one of these days though. Thoroughly beat him and make sure he knew who the better of them was.

One of these days, she would.

[color=003471]"Hmph. That is none of your business womanizer, but,"[/color] She replied. [color=003471]"My roommate is simply a delinquent and we ended up having a glaring match most of the night."[/color]

A sufficient enough answer she would not be elaborating on.


[color=fdc68a]“Hey...anybody got a piece of paper I could borrow?”[/color]

Ted Turner. A lazy, unmotivated, irredeemable and quite frankly annoying man. Sort of reminded him of her brother. Annoying useless Popsicle.


[color=003471]"Should have come to class prepared."[/color] She scoffed. [color=003471]"I'm surprised you even come at all, since you lack any sort of motivation or drive."[/color] She harshly continued, giving him a bit of a disapproving glare, though she said nothing else. She had no words for some unmotivated monkey such as him.


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