Nikita had chosen the back of the large class for a reason. With so many teachers that could read minds, or see out of the back of their heads, or whatever, the Classic Mythology teacher did not, and it was a rare opportunity for her to ghost out of class. She was pretty sure the teacher probably figured out she was doing it, but Nikita was able to answer every question correctly, and always made straight A's. Why, because her overbearing mother had run her through this material when she was homeschooled in middle school. She had no idea how advanced her mother had pushed her until she got here... Though she also didn't know how much her mother had neglected. Her mother, finatical Christian that she was, didn't care for science, so Nikita has to struggle in those classes to keep up. She liked the challenge though. Nikita never went far, simply drifting up through the walls to the roof where she could have a quick smoke, and get a little sun before returning to doze off again. To her credit, she did bring her work book to read while she smoked, though she was a couple chapters ahead of where the class was. She found it fasting how guys like Thor being around didn't change Norse mythology out of the "classic" genre and make it modern. Whatever. She took a long drag of her cigarette, looking up from her book to gaze out over the treetops that stretched out behind the school, remembering her times of running through the woods back home. Her soft grew eyes, doing a slow scan, spotting different landmarks she had found while exploring them last weekend. It was nice here. Peaceful. While she didn't have any "besties" she seemed to be getting along ok. At least she didn't hate her roommate, that was a plus. And she was really getting the hang of this Ghosting thing, even if she still didn't understand it all that well. "You know..." The sudden voice behind her made her hickup mid drag and ghost reflexively intangible, though still visible. "If the class bores you this much, you can test out of it. We know you know the materials." Nikita looked back to see Kitty. She looked disappointed, but not suprised. This wasn't the first time Kitty had been sent to find her. "I know, miss Pride, but I like having an easy class in the middle of the day." She lifted the cig, as if that answered everything. Kitty had caught her smoking before, and had tried the traditional 'smoking will kill you' talk, to which Nikita always responded with a grin, and turning into a ghost. Nikita looked to her part time mentor, "Did I miss something important?" "I was supposed to be pulling you Out of class. I told your teacher, and she didn't seem any more suprised than I am that you weren't there. We need you in the courtyard for a meeting. Not about you skipping class, we will have that talk later." Kitty had almost the same disapproval stance her mother had. "Now, Nikita." "Yes ma'am," Nikita answered, scooping up her book and getting quickly to her feet. She quickly ghosted the rest of the way and headed for the courtyard in a straight line through the building. She paused only a moment in her room to drop her book and snag her hat before continuing down. Once she reached the other two girls, she abruptly materialised next to them, slipping her hat on. "Hey girls, Y'all get pulled for a meeting too?" Nikita had become known for appearing randomly next to people, among other things, in her time here. She was flitty, and loved giving people a little scare to lighten the mood. Maybe her code name should be Casper.