Moe pulled a pencil, bitemarks and dull tip out of her pocket, tapping it on her desk. Even with the mildy pissed off look she had on during any class, she was nervous. More and more students came in, and she gave an involuntary twitch as a rich one passed or even looked at her or one of the others who came in. The boy with Cass seemed nice enough, but she wasn't that fast at trusting anyone. She glanced at Enque, seeing his ogling of a rich girl. She rolled her eyes, blaming hormones before she noticed the pen the girl had. Her eyes shot wide open, her mouth falling open in disbelief. Was that a diamond? On a pen? She quickly regained herself ad the teacher started talking, leaning forward on her desk as she stared out the window, her face now more than a little pissed off. Her pencil between her teeth, she clasped her hands together, pushing away the thoughts of how much food that pen alone could buy. 
"You're better than that, Moe." She hissed around the pencil, barely audible to herself. "You are not a thief. But god, if I was, this would be the place to be." She sat silently as the minutes ticked by, staring around the class, memorizing the bored faces. It wasn't until the pen girl walked put that she stopped, looking now at the boys. She knew all the orphans, but the rich boys were new.
"Too pretty. You'd expect them to panic over a broken nail." She thought to herself, leaning back and hooking her fingers behind her head. "But I have to hand it to them; they take care of themselves."