Somnum glares at the teacher before going back to working on her
problems.Like she wanted the world to know who she was.She snorts
at the thought of it.
Nimble stood up. His legs shook like trees in an earthquake.
"I'm...N-Nimble." He stammered. He looked around at everyone else
before fainting in fear.
The teacher glares at Nimble with dull eyes. "Can somebody bring
Nimble to the nurses office?!" She says, annoyed. "We need to get
to work as soon as possible!"
Somnum looks at Nimble before poking him in the side gently.She
shrugged before deciding to go as well."The names Somnum Nyx."She
sneers falling back into her old habits of being the Night Elf
princess.She then does as the teacher ordered.
"Hurry up!" She calls, before glaring at Connie. "Now you." She
says. "I'm Connie, I like spicy memes." Connie grumbles. The
teacher groans, before looking at Oliver. "Your turn." She growls.
"A-ah? I'm Oliver Hymun." He stammered, glancing at the others. He
was scared of the teacher, especially because of the look she was
giving him. A shiver ran down his spine, his wings fluttering
softly.
Somnum just waves a hand as she left.She had put Nimble in the palm
of her hand."Well at least we won't run into anyone."She mumbles to
herself as she makes her way to the nurses office.
"I like to... Draw and sing...?" Oliver hummed, looking up at her
with wide brown eyes. He swallowed, exhaling deeply. He shivered
again, before letting out a high pitched sneeze. It sounded like a
kitten.
Oliver flipped to the page in his book, and opened his binder. He
wrote his name on the paper, along with the date. He looked up at
the teacher, waiting for further instructions. He smiled softly. He
was pretty good at math.
"Now, I expect you all to copy this equation down before class ends
in your notebooks." She demands. Connie leisurely starts writing as
the teacher started to write the equation in big chalky numbers.
Oliver copied down the equation, and looked up at the board a bit.
He looked at his paper, then smiled. The exponent was equal to
thirty six, and that divided by two was eighteen. Eighteen times
thirty two was... He gritted his teeth. He couldn't use a
calculator. Closing his eyes, he tried to do it in his head. He
opened his eyes, grinning. He wrote down five hundred and seventy
six. He smiled, and continued the equation.
((I hope it's ok if I improvised on the equation-- did all the math myself rip))
"Don't know.Maybe a witch?She reminds me a lot of a Hell Night Elf
though so I'm think she may be a mix breed."Somnum says leaning
against the wall.She was purposly wasting time time so Nimble and
her wouldn't have to go back to class.