Jinny lifted her eyebrows at her Uncle’s offer. “Really? [i]Anything[/i] I want?” A smile spread slowly across her face, and it wasn’t the usual kiddy smile. There was definitely the faintest trace of the sinister in it. “You’ll probably regret that later.” She made a mental note to figure out which was the Headmistress’ office and scope it out as soon as possible.

She too, went back to her paperwork. She was going back and forth on the course schedule, before handing it over to him. She had taken the Stealth and Spying course, Math, Weapons Instruction, English, and Power Control. There was an extra spot left, which she was leaving blank as suggested by Kane. “I want to take weapons classes with everyone else. I think, if we get to sparring, I might have a chance of actually winning a fight someday.” There was a joke in there somewhere, but she was mostly serious. “Besides, I want to see other people’s fighting styles. I’ll probably learn something new with all the potential opponents.” 

The murmuring started to get to her again. She started to crack her knuckles, fully prepared to tell off the entire room. The power glow in her eyes started to flare up. But before she could open her mouth, there was a surprise.

Jinny looked the new girl up and down, sizing her up. She had the unfortunate habit of doing that with other kids. It usually put them off. She placed the new girl in the [i]“Unknown”[/i] category. The other two currently being [i]“Cool”[/i] and [i]“Not Cool”[/i]. Narrowing her eyes, she spoke carefully.

“The private lessons are currently private. Meaning, not for sale.” Her gaze was steady, and there was a distinct air of [i]“go away”[/i] in her voice. She didn’t know this girl, and obviously couldn’t trust her. Money was not something she really needed at this time in her life. Most of what she wanted (besides the occasional candy bar or model kit) was something she could politely request and have bought for her. Usually. Besides, she was probably a spy for one of the nosy adults.

In an offhand, casually cruel way, she mentioned: “You probably couldn’t keep up, anyway.” It seemed like the matter was closed.