Maisy was taking actually pretty detailed notes once class actually started, even drawing a pretty good doodle of Professor Wilhelm's shiny head in when he went off on his tirade about "Them Kids these days and their Pokeymans and Marijuana toke packs", but was more than glad to abandon her margin-filling doodle to get back to the notes. She figured today of all days would be the best to try and learn as much as she could since...well...Synchros were her favorite. There was just something...super duper cool about two or more monsters all combining something about themselves into something greater, something different than themselves. Sure, Fusion was literally them combining, but where was the BIG GIANT GREEN RINGS TURNING A PILE OF ROCKS INTO A GENOCIDE DRAGON!? Smiling contently despite how much snappiness there was in the air from everyone being kinda un-excellent to each other, Maisy's ears perked up when she heard the scream, spinning around in her chair, about to get up and run to see what was going on until...oh boy. Stuff was happening.

Watching in a mix of fear and intrigue, she slowly scooted back in her chair. This was getting a liiiiitle crazy...But the teacher could step up and handle this, right? Adults could deal with this no problem, right? Nope. Nobody would be able to reason with someone wearing lipstick THAT tacky. And then the tacky lipstick lady somehow used a card like it was magic, wind picking up like they'd just been tossed inside a tornado. Holding onto the desk, Maisy waited for it to pass and...her head felt lighter. Looking up slowly her eyes went wide with horror. Her hate! The bitch's tornado just nabbed her cap! Spotting it flying out of the room, Maisy glowered at the door and chased after it, looking just a little pissed off as she jumped over the injured guy. [color=BC8F8F][b]"No, wait, come back! Haaaaat~!"[/b][/color] she shouted, figuring that they were pretty safe if the lady was just running away. Besides, someone'd already run after her. Then another. Then another. Then another. Each one going past Maisy and...THEIR WIND WAS PUSHING HER HAT FURTHER AWAY! Exhaling sharply, Maisy started picking up the pace, figuring there'd be no way she'd get her hat back if she didn't book it. Passing by Tsukiko, she said: [color=BC8F8F][b]"'Scuze me, sorry!"[/b][/color] as she had almost tripped over her feet as she ran.