Scarlett looked at Libra, and tilted her head at him... did he realize he was coming off as that senior jock at the bar trying to pick up a freshman by attempting to appeal to her vulnerable state and newness? Furthermore, to things that Scarlett didn’t feel she had in the slightest - she was hardly vulnerable and wasn’t remotely new to any of this.

Suddenly, she had an idea, though; reaching into her schoolbag - a ratty, old leather messenger bag - and withdrawing a composition notebook of all things.

Spinning a pen, she would start to scribble into it. Her expression was thoughtfully, as she wrote down her thoughts. As she was consumed in herself, and her notions, she wouldn’t even acknowledge Capricorn.

A part of her was sure he was speaking - maybe, even saying something important - but she really couldn’t be bothered to pay him any mind. Limited as she was, Scarlett couldn’t afford to intake more distractions to her mental processes, and would have to sacrifice something else to her Sphere of Consciousness; though, infinite, it could be and would be, that state made pulling thoughts back a difficult.

Maybe, this book would be helpful. That’s why she was keeping it, right? Frowning, she would quickly close it, and write on the cover, [b][[color=add8e6][u]Scarlett’s Helpful Book[/u][/color]][/b], before returning to it.

Looking up, Scarlett would look beyond Libra and Capricorn, and frowned, “[color=add8e6]Oh, Miss Barbette, you are here, as well.[/color]” Shutting her book, she would pass by Libra and Capricorn, and waggled her pen, chastising, as she scolded, “[color=add8e6]You missed your lessons, young lady. Just because you aren’t at the Prague Academy any more, doesn’t mean you can skip out on your supplementary lessons,[/color]” and she would end with a huff, saying, “[color=add8e6]You won’t properly graduate, if you keep playing around.[/color]”