As he spoke a few words that broke the silence but made absolutely no sense in the current situation, Spencer stared at him whole, finding that the cellphone that he had been holding to his ear just a moment ago was now absentmindedly hanging between his fingers, resting as if it was off. Only now did she have time to think what a coincidence it was that both their cellphones had rang at the same exact time, and a even bigger coincidence that none of them apparently cared about the person on the other side of the line. It kind of felt as if she was interrupting a conversation, even if she had said nothing, so she smiled, adjusted her bag on her shoulder, approaching the boy and pointing at the device on his hand, asked: "Does your friends also like to talk to himself? Is that a thing you guys do or...? Cause I could totally dig that."
She waited patiently for an answer, since he seemed a bit lost for words from the moment he had noticed her, but discretely checked the clock on
her cellphone. According to it, class would start in exactly one minute, and since she hadn't even had coffee, she figured it wasn't the best idea to arrive late and take a small nap in the first class of her first day ever in the new school, if the Institute could be called that at all. She turned off her phone as to prevent it would ring again during class and took one more step in his direction, also approaching the room's door. Indeed, there was a general noise coming from behind the door, and she could only assume that was the right class. "We should really rush now. I think class has already started. If you want, we can talk together to ourselves inside." she pointed out and then turned the door knob, peeking inside the room to see how many people were in there already.
"...name is Mister Elliot." she heard a deep masculine voice state. It should be the teacher, and she was a bit embarrassed to slowly walk in. She made no comments, only gave him a look as to ask for permission to enter. At least she was not alone. There weren't many seats left, so she took one on the side further away from the door, trying to move as silently as possible so to not disturb whatever instructions were being given. After she was seated, she glanced first at the door she had entered a moment ago, watching as that strange boy approached the seats as well. The only available ones were one right behind her and another close to some students she recognized from the day before. They had also been made fun of by other students. One of them was the girl she could not seem to take out of her mind, the one that had power regarding plants. Then, her gaze turned to the front of the class, were stood Mr. Elliot, a rather young, black haired professor. But he was not the one who called her attention, it was the girl who stood close to him. The girl from her dream. Spencer was not surprised, but also not completely at ease. Of course she had considered the possibility of her - what was her name again? - being an actual student at the Institute, but there had been no way to be sure. That is until now. Also it concerned her a bit that this person could actually get inside her head. She had stated than she wouldn't do so without permission, but was she trustworthy? And even so, what if there were other students with similar powers but very diverse intentions?
"Atheya." she mumbled lowly to herself, suddenly remembering the girl's name.
"...name is Mister Elliot." she heard a deep masculine voice state. It should be the teacher, and she was a bit embarrassed to slowly walk in. She made no comments, only gave him a look as to ask for permission to enter. At least she was not alone. There weren't many seats left, so she took one on the side further away from the door, trying to move as silently as possible so to not disturb whatever instructions were being given. After she was seated, she glanced first at the door she had entered a moment ago, watching as that strange boy approached the seats as well. The only available ones were one right behind her and another close to some students she recognized from the day before. They had also been made fun of by other students. One of them was the girl she could not seem to take out of her mind, the one that had power regarding plants. Then, her gaze turned to the front of the class, were stood Mr. Elliot, a rather young, black haired professor. But he was not the one who called her attention, it was the girl who stood close to him. The girl from her dream. Spencer was not surprised, but also not completely at ease. Of course she had considered the possibility of her - what was her name again? - being an actual student at the Institute, but there had been no way to be sure. That is until now. Also it concerned her a bit that this person could actually get inside her head. She had stated than she wouldn't do so without permission, but was she trustworthy? And even so, what if there were other students with similar powers but very diverse intentions?
"Atheya." she mumbled lowly to herself, suddenly remembering the girl's name.