Controling your Powers — Session 3

Although she seemed to do this a lot, Danica smirked as she entered the room. "Hola... I know you missed me," she said to the teacher. She took a seat near the back of the room. She leaned over someone's shoulder and checked the page they were on, then turned to that page.

Danica glanced at the page and rolled her eyes. Boring with a capital B. She leaned backwards and stared at everyone else in the class. They were staring at her, most likely because she had just breezed into class late and didn't seem to care. Good, let them think that. Danica's "whatever" attitude pleased her.

Then she saw a guy passing a girl a note. He had set it on the girl's desk, and she hadn't yet noticed. Quickly, she snatched and unfolded it. Ignoring the guy's furious look of protest, she read it, laughing silently to herself. Wow. Danica thought, rolling her eyes. She honestly didn't care. She flicked the note back at the guy and smiled innocently, like she'd done nothing wrong. She pretended to be absolutely absorbed in her book.

Judas simply gave Danica a charming but condescending smirk, his eyes tired as he absentmindedly set fire to the various papers on his desk, making sure it wasn't too large for the teacher to notice.
Now I remember why I leave schools so easily...blasted lower beings...
Ignoring the urge to set fire to the note, he passed it back to Mimosa, chuckling lightly to himself.
The joke's on them, after all...if only they really knew me...

Beatrice, having entered the classroom long before it started, simply continued her studies as all the note-passing, fire errupting, sleeping, and talking went on. Secretly, though, she was praying this lesson would be over with so she could actually do some studying. Honestly, it's like a circus in here. You can get more concentration in a pound full of dogs. The girl thought to herself, exaggerating a little bit. But hey, who was to care?

Glancing up from her book momentarily, Beatrice noticed a new presence walk into the room. Late, no doubt. But, judging from the way she greeted the teacher with an 'Hola', the unknown female didn't seem to care she was tardy... at all. "Well, I guess if you can get away with it, what's stopping you?" Beatrice muttered under her breath, not noticing her voice simply dripping with sarcasm as she began to doodle on a spare piece of paper.

Mimosa shot Dancia an evil look. How dare she read a private note?

She unfolded it, and smiled at what it said. She quickly wrote a small reply back. "Great." Okay, a very small reply back. but really, how much of a reply was needed?

Judas nodded, smiling, mainly to himself, and then sighing as he endured the boredom of class and the fact that he hadn't any scraps to burn. Maybe he could use Mimosa's trick and move the hands of the clock forward.
Ehhh

Mimosa watched as Judas debated something within himself. She smiled, following his gaze to the clock. "Go for it," she whispered.

Judas smiled on hearing her voice, and nodded without turning to her, concentrating as he slowly pushed the minute hand forward, not too quickly to startle people, but enough to make things pass much faster, the time to dismissal slowly coming closer and closer.

Danica shook out her long hair and looped it into a pony tail. She shook her head, amazed, at Judas as he burned papers with his fingertips "Anger management issues?" She hissed sarcasticly as she watched the papers on his desk smolder into ashes. "It's okay, we all have our problems. I suggest some classes, and maybe some counciling." Danica grinned and popped a stick of gum into her mouth. It's probably wasn't allowed, but who cared?

She wondered why she'd even come to this class. 'Controlling your powers?' Right. Danica could control her powers just fine, thank you very much. She mastered everything there was to them. She was friends with light and darkness. They did what she wanted, bended at her slightest call. It was all too simple. What was the point of this class? If all they did was burn up papers, pass notes, and other stuff like that, was anyone actually learning something? Danica could have taught this class herself. In fact, she was just about ready to get up and give this teacher some pointers. For some reason, when she talked about her powers, it made her calmer, more tolerant.

The only other person who looked just as bored as Danica was a girl doodling on a piece of paper. Danica tapped the side of the girl's desk and mouthed. "Hi."


((OoC Note to Beatrice Lavina: Ooh, darn... I just realized how much this post sounds like yours. Sorry!))

Judas simply gave her another patronizing smirk and whispered in a friendly tone.
"It's alright miss, it's alright, I understand your difficulty in replicating wit and intelligence, it's quite a difficult thing to pretend to have. As for me, I burn things simply because it's more efficient, anger hasn't anything to do with fire, although sarcasm does."
He winked at her as one would wink at a small child and then turned back.

Mimosa grinned broadly.

Burn.