[b]Gratia Mindaro - Survival Class[/b]

The dark-haired girl's response to Beryl was merely a glance of acknowledgement, her onyx eyes flickering away from the cupcake her teammate had claimed for her own and meeting the taller girl's eyes instead. That moment ended as soon as it arrived, however, and the aloof, stoic demeanour that characterised Gratia fell upon them once more, her eyes returning to the front of the classroom. She ignored the sounds of other students filing in; they meant nothing to her, merely the pointless mewling of the masses. All that she focused upon was the class itself, waiting on Nuit to continue on.

Yet when prompted, she still found herself speaking out.

"[color=66cd00]How were you assigned a class?[/color]"

Despite her general disinterest in anything the class had to offer beyond the cupcakes and actual curriculum, the question was one that Gratia wanted an answer to. She knew Estelle Nuit, and during her last encounter with her former teammate's sibling, she was a hundred percent fucking sure that the elder of the sisters was merely a student, rather than comfortably settling into a teaching position within weeks of arriving on campus. The rapid rise in position was definitely something of note, and even if she was familiar with the idiosyncrasies of Bianca's family, the Mistralese teenager wanted to know exactly what had brought about such a change.