Snippet #2383048

All things had their natural place in the order of things.

Helena's natural place was to be sat somewhere at the back of the class, drawing dragons on her notebook, humming tunelessly, and and paying next to no attention to what was taking place. there was a distinct possibility that the redhead would not be able to name what the class was, let alone what was being taught, but her (relative) lack of disruption was sufficient that people did not appear too concerned. Helena's lack of performance academically was something grimly acknowledged as a fact of life, and it appeared that little attempts would be made to change that, for reasons that appeared to stay much between the faculty and her parents.

A long, woollen coat pulled round her shoulders, and wearing fingerless gloves it appeared the young woman was dressed for cold weather. She wore a skirt beneath it and thick, striped socks, leaving no skin as such on display, and what appeared to be some old sneakers with what appeared to be some cartoon characters replicated on the side in marker and acrylic.

Sat by her feet was her backpack, and a stuffed toy, some kind of canine made from stripes of neon and jet fabric that appeared to be losing patches of fur.

Helena had, more or less, paid no attention to the new girl thing. People came and went and she could not fathom what was so fascinating in that concern. People came and went, and were, by and large, extremely similar and easy to come by. Whole planet was full of them.

The red haired young woman hesitated for a moment, pulling her backpack up onto the desk before her and beginning to root through it with a sudden sense of urgency, throwing papers and assorted stationary out and to different sides in the process.