Tony got up from his seat when the bell rang. He took one last look at the board, memorizing it's contents, the he headed out. Hart was feeling particularly lazy today, and decided the janitor wouldn't mind cleaning up the floors. Tony took a few steps, and then the tiles under his feet froze. He slid on the ice, traveling at a faster pace than walking. He kept creating ice under his feet, making a trail of some sort. A line of water trailed in his wake. Tony arrived at Mythokogy class first, and stepped off his ice as he entered the room. Hart took a seat in the back, he took out a notebook with a whole bunch of scribbled words inside.