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[color=gray]Karen's head tilted to the side slightly at the winged girls exclamation, and watched her run out, quickly followed by the teacher. She inwardly laughed at her, then stood up, not caring about how far back her chair slid back, then picked up her bag, and started walking out of the class, only briefly slowing down to look at Navarre, giving him a stare of anger and another emotion, one that nobody could identify, and that was the look of slight guilt. Her look didn't last long, and she soon resumed her previous speed, and walked out barely a second after giving him the look. It took her some time to pinpoint the location of the dorm in which she would be staying, but she took a detour up a fire escape, heading towards the roof, doing her best to go unnoticed. Once there, she sat in the centre of the open space roof, lay back, and reached into her bag. After some moments of scrounging around, she eventually pulled her hand out with a small packet of cigarettes. She pulled one out, and lit it up with her hair. She inspected it for a moment, before putting the end that wasn't on fire in her mouth, and taking a long and calming puff. It was technically illegal for someone her age to be smoking, but she didn't care, and she could dispose of the evidence in under a second. 

She just lay there, inhaling the smoke, then exhaling. It didn't affect her like it did a normal person, the smoke in her lungs just calmed her, but put her at no risk of cancer. The day went by [i]swimmingly[/i], in her eyes. She already made a couple enemies, and that'll just spice up the rest of the year. As uncaring as she seemed, however, Karen payed attention to the entire class. The students that came in late, the reactions of the other students at the results of the exams, and how they all reacted to the drama that occurred. She too, was practically stunned by the results, though she didn't really care. Her teacher definitely blind-sided the entire class, and she did not like that. Pulling the wool over Karen's eyes was very dangerous, and a very, very stupid move. The students were also puzzling. First there was the white haired boy, someone she didn't like from the start, and now only cemented her dislike of him. Not to mention he was a [i]psychic[/i]. She had dealt with some before, so she knew how to keep them out of the dark places of her head, but this one seemed strong, and very emotional, so she'd have to very heavily monitor what she thought in front of him, lest he call her out on things. Now, the winged girl. She was much more confusing. She spoke when nobody spoke to her, then followed that up by screaming at nobody. Either she was insane, which Karen would place her bets on, or she was more more complicated than first impressions would imply. And finally, the last person she payed slightly more attention was the boy that bumped into her. She wouldn't have looked at him, had she not felt slight guilt at almost knocking him out. If she was a fairer person, she would have apologised for it, but as far as she was concerned, her apology was not scolding him for bumping into him. Fair, in her mind. She took one last puff of her cigarette, before she closed her palm around it, not at all bothered by the ashes. She ground her fingers against it for a while, before unravelling her hands and blowing the ash into the wind, scattering all evidence of her illegal activity. She walked back down, and went back to walking towards the dormitory.[/color]