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Additional classes would normally have excited her, but it didn't seem to involve any training this time. With night shifts at the cafeteria and (secret) later night investigations keeping her up, Imogen could hardly keep her eyes open during her afternoon classes. She must have drifted to sleep at some point during the last class, unless there really was a miniature horse prancing about the professor's podium.

Imogen grabbed her seat beside the rest of the Deer, and despondently laid her cheek on the desk, fully prepared for just another long-winded lecture. She was about to ask Iz to wake her up in case she happened to fall asleep, but it seemed there would be no need. The mention of injuries and Crests had her bolting upright, her foggy sleepiness replaced with growing excitement. She remembered what Chi had told her about them, how amazing the professors' different abilities were: talking to animals and super strength and detecting people from anywhere in the Monastery! 

To think they'd actually have a whole class dedicated to it. And that she was right about everyone having Crests! No wonder everyone was so cool. With rapt attention, she watched as Professor Mal pointed at the scribbles on the board, calling out funny-sounding words that she realized belatedly were family names when she heard hers. Imogen couldn't help flinching slightly at the mention of it. [i]Goneril.[/i] Years of practice have made it easier to shoo the unpleasant memories of her mom that came with it, but she still didn't like how it made her feel.

Anyway. Crest of Flames, now that sounded super cool. 

Imogen looked around the room with a giant smile and shining eyes, fully expecting to see everyone mirror her excitement. Because how can they [i]not[/i] be excited when everyone in the room had some sort of amazing ability? She locked eyes with Kel for a moment and her head tilted in confusion. He looked embarrassed? Ah, maybe he didn't like bragging about it because he's too humble. Kel really needed to own his awesomeness. But turning to her fellow deer, she started to realize Kel's reaction wasn't the odd one out after all.

[color=ffb5c2]"Clary?"[/color] Imogen pursed her lips when she received no response, but chalked it up to Clary being too focused on the rest of the lecture. The history of Crests was a fascinating subject after all. When Clary suddenly got up and stormed out—in what she liked to think of as "pulling a Lin"—she looked to Jory to see if they needed to do something. It wasn't like her to skip out like that! Professor Euphie had it handled, though, so Imogen remained seated and instead decided to make Clary proud and forced herself to focus on the lecture as well. 

Turning back to face Professor Mal, Imogen tried not to let her thoughts drift into imagining the different abilities of her classmates. She's pretty sure she'll be finding that out today.

As she listened, the names and dates completely escaped her grasp, but their abilities struck a chord with her. She felt inspired. A healer, a fighter that defied death, a man with strength and speed increased tenfold. Imogen wondered if her own ability would ever make her as legendary as these people. Could she use Dogberry to save people other than herself? She didn't mind starting smaller—like, maybe she can start telling Kel when there's something dangerous to worry about so he doesn't have to worry [i]all the time.[/i] Or, or, maybe they can use her like a portable alarm?

Imogen raised her hand after Lin and that other guy, what's-his-name. Crap, why does she always forget about him? She made a note to give him a really memorable nickname later. [color=ffb5c2]"I think mine is autonomous 'cause I never have to think about it. How can I get better at it, if Dogberry does all the work?"[/color]