Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏr ✦ #408000
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #804080
Unfortunately the green-haired woman had little opportunity to take in her surroundings as she had to rush to class since she was running late. Punctuality was one talent she usually possessed but today was a special day, though few would really notice as few noticed her so she suspected that today too she’d slip in without being noticed. Now as for how a usually punctual woman would be so not punctual on this particular morning is a humdrum tale, but if you wish to hear it, it is one that can be told nonetheless. But firstly, what you must understand is that Anzhela, who was so prone to losing things and was well aware she was prone to losing things, had not been expecting her contacts to be right where they were supposed to be, and as a result that had been the last place she had thought to look for them when she got up on this particular unpunctual morning.
Imagine her frustration when she woke up, tore her room to pieces in search of the thin crimson circles, failed to find them, momentarily gave up, only to find them moments later exactly where she remembered putting them and exactly where they should be, put them in, and then fully saw the state of her room - the state, by the way, she put it in mere moments before. Imagine further the frustration she felt after considering the fact that she had just cleaned her room the night before. Now, imagine her frustration and horror when she look at the alarm clock by her bed and realized she was a full ten seconds late.
Oh the horror was immeasurable. A full ten seconds. She could run and make up the time, but that simply wasn't something she would be inclined to do. No, certainly not, she would much prefer to simply dread her fate and walk. That required far less effort. Plus, her teacher today would likely be reclining in his chair - as that seemed to be a regular habit for him - and feigning sleep. 'No teacher at our school would really sleep in class, especially not with the recent...mishaps that have been occurring at least.'
Honestly, she loved and hated this class. She loved and hated her teacher as well. John Smith was more lax than the others, but at the same time he liked his students to at least put in their best effort - and he had a good eye for it when a student didn't. Furthermore, she was a tamer. That meant there was an unspoken pressure placed upon her to preform and frankly, she didn't really like summoning her demons for the entire world to see. Part of what made them effective is that they were mysterious. Their illusions were only half as effective once you knew what they were and what they could do. The precariously thin veil - thin lie - they cast gets torn ever so slightly when her opponents wield truth.
Of course, a simpler reason for her disdain for going to class at the moment might simply be she didn't like school and she didn't like being late. She weighed those two thoughts as she stood in front of the classroom door.
As she predicted. She was exactly ten seconds late. With a sigh, she checked her hood - yes, she was well covered - and slipped into the room. Her scarlet orbs quickly picked out an empty seat in the back of the room, one that would allow her to slip into the scenery easily while still giving her the ability to observe the rest of the students. It would do, though it was unfortunate that there were so many other students who had gravitated in that direction as well.
Without a sound, and only a fleeting glance at the teacher who may or may not have been sleeping - though Anzhela suspected the latter was true - she disappeared into back of the room. From her position she easily scoped out the other students. Kyo, the knight was prostrating himself on his desk - likely thinking about his unhappy position as a secondary knight as - in her observation of him in the past - that seemed to be the only prevalent thought he cared for.
Kardos had his nose buried in a book, though even with her contacts she really couldn't see what it was, but if she had to take a guess it was likely a bestiary. Rhea looked as though she was having one of her internal debates, and knowing her, it concerned whether or not she'd actually stay for class. If she had to bet on it, she'd bet she'd decide to leave right before it was impossible to do so and be forced to stay. In the other back corner of the room, only a few seats away was Athena and Haru. Athena was speaking to him, while he looked like a nervous wreck - as per usual.
Niko was exactly one seat away, though she didn't try to speak to him, frankly she doubted he would want anyone to speak to him at all, so she thought it best to respect his wishes. That being said, she couldn't bring herself to act as if she totally ignored him, so she nodded slightly to him instead, she didn't wait for him to respond in kind as she wasn't certain he would and turned her gaze away from him and to the front of the class. She didn't become an honor roll student by not paying any attention in class after all.