Morgana's class was over, and she was all too glad about it. The lack of interest her students constantly showed her made for boring days. She might have been aged of a few thousands years, but it didn't show at all. In such a modern world, it would be a real shame to look so young eternally and to not use it to it's full potential, so Morgana took a liking to going out and having a good time. She knew her role and what she had to do, but from her point of view what harm was there at living a life on the side of it all?

She walked out of her classroom, leaving most of her stuff back on her desk judging it wasn't all that important anyway, and headed for her friend's classroom. Morgana once had been teaching at another, far better school...from her point of view anyway, but decided it would be boring to work all day far from her companion of eternity. She had gone through all earth's time periods with her friend Annwen, starting from the time of the Old Ways. To Morgana, it was as if a connection had been created between them, a thread of sort. Invisible and strong. If she was too far away for too long, she felt she lost her will to actually do anything at all. Now, Morgana was very theatrical and loved to exaggerate, but the connection was real to her.

When she reached her friend's classroom, she peeked inside only to find a desperate Annwenn.
''Student's don't have any more interests towards Shakespears than they do toward their own history, I presume?'' She said as she walked in.