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[h3]Physical Education[/h3]
[@HereComesTheSnow] [@Krayzikk][/center]

Skye somehow managed to stay focused enough to keep up with Ashe and their conversation following the ordeal in Grimm Studies. However, once her new friend departed for her own class it was as if all the energy Skye had left drained out of her all at once. Her eyes glazed over and her shoulders slumped and she began to walk towards where she thought her next class was. Her aura was fine as far as she could tell but physically she knew she was not okay. Her shoulder was healing but much slower than it should be, and she felt far too fatigued and sore for just a single fight lasting less than an hour. Not only that but everyone else had ended up having to help her; she had not held her own like she was supposed to. In the end she was lucky everyone else had been so competent.

She thought about everything she could have done better as she wandered closer to the physical education classroom, gradually correcting her directions by asking around. Eventually she found where she needed to be though she was a few minutes late. She noticed Luke and Ben talking together in their own corner of the gym and her spirits lifted. She walked over to the two of them and sat down nearby, quite relieved to finally be off her feet.

[b]"Hello again, Luke, Ben.[/b] She inclined her head in a sort of informal bow towards the two of them.[hr]
[center][color=ffb7c5][h3][b]Annabelle Valentine[/b]
Survival[/h3][/color]
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The rest of Armory class was... interesting, in the sense that the general mood had shifted completely and everyone seemed very involved with their projects. In the end Annabelle opted to send Tiger back to wait for her rather than to show him off just yet. She decided she could always show Gren later, they were friends after all.

[i]Oh well. We did get a lot of work done at least. But what was all that with Gren and Oz? What the heck happened out in that hallway? Woo! I sure have my work cut out for me to get this team out of the dumps! I sure hope our leader isn't too grumpy, that would be three spirits to lift and no backup cheer. My work never ends...[/i]

The very long walk to the surprisingly isolated survival class was fun at least, for the most part. The weird silences where Emerald and Oswald started withdrawing back into their heads were easy enough to break up with a bit of teasing and joking around. 

Upon arrival at what she had to assume was the right place, judging from the very pretty welcome sign, Oswald brought her attention to the cupcakes. [i]Seriously? This teacher is the best! It's even strawberry frosted... Are they homemade?[/i] 

The treat was partway in her mouth and her tongue a hairsbreadth away from what was sure to be a heavenly experience when she froze in place for a moment. Perhaps it was the expression on Oswald's face, or his comment about calories that made her stop. But in the end she chose to believe her seventh sense was speaking to her again.

With a gentle poke to the big man's injured ribs she got him to open his mouth, and before he could start yelling at her she stuffed the entire cupcake into his face. She felt a pang of disappointment at missing out herself but it felt like the right thing to do. She stood fully facing Oswald now, leaning towards him and looking up at him. She smiled brightly at her tall teammate and reached up to gently pat his cheek.

[Color=ffb7c5]"You're lucky I like you, Ozzie."[/color]