(@Stuffy McPatch) The school bell rang. Serafina was already in class, tapping her wand against her lips as she considered her textbook. Small sparks flew from the tip and she blinked, looking down at the magic with crossed eyes before a small, amused smile crossed her lips. She set the wand down, folding her hands politely as she waited for class to start. Monty was running late, as usual. The vest portion was crumpled in his hand as he jogged down the hallway, his eyes flickering idly from door to door. "No running in the hall, Mr. Burgess," one teacher down the end of the hallway chided. Mr. Eckers, the transmutation teacher, raised one eyebrow, eyeing Monty with a warm but critical eye. Monty responded with a playful grin, giving the teacher a chipper salute. "Aye aye, sir," he said smoothly, slowing to a walk and continuing on his way. Theresa entered the classroom a minute before the bell rang, her brow furrowed thoughtfully as she took a seat near the window. Her helmet clunked noisily as she set it down next to her backpack and she looked down, almost as if woken from a dream by the sound. She sat down, pulling out a slim notebook and setting it on the desk, waiting for class to begin. Sylas had planned the perfect time to come to class; early enough to present himself as a precocious student to his professors, but delayed enough to establish a sense of casual coolness to his classmates. He sat in the seat towards the middle of the class and the crowd that followed him settled around him, moving as if playing a game of musical chairs with the prize being the ability to be in his presence. As he watched, a young boy lost the game and was resigned to sitting two rows behind the crowd. Sylas almost smiled, but he erased it, instead opting to keep his audience on the edge of their seats.