Mason hurried into the classroom, skin radiating a faint, though unpleasant burning sensation. He was sweating heavily, and once he was inside, he stripped off his heavy overcoat and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "Whew. It's... really sunny out there. I don't know how I'm going to put up with this nonsense for a whole summer."

He draped the fashionable garment over the back of his chair, then leaned back, taking in his surroundings with an unhurried calmness that came naturally to him. He shot a cocky smile up to the front of the class, at the vampiric counselor who was presiding over the currently-empty classroom.

"Hey, there, Miss Thelma. Looks like I'm a bit early, huh?" He sat quietly for a moment, trying desperately not to simply let the conversation die there. Did he have anything in common with the vampire there? There was the obvious photosensitivity similarity. Do real vampires turn into bats, or is that just in comics and movies? That's probably not polite to ask. "So... How do you deal with the sun? I mean, it's summer, right? And don't vampires like you turn into ash or dust or something when you're in the sunlight? I mean, it just hurts a bit for me, unless I'm... well, y'know."

[i]Dammit. I wish that Tempest girl were here. She seemed to get it. She'd probably make for better conversation, and she's damn pretty, too.[/i]

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