Do the Spattergroit

Tromping into class Yvette made sure to clean off her boots in the corridor before entering the room. There was now a three inch pile of mud and horse crap next to the door. Ah well, it could get cleaned up later. She took her seat and flipped open a book on horse breeds to peruse while she waited for anybody else to show up. Lazy people that couldn't even show up on time.

Ondrea was running late for Healing class. She didn't even have an actual reason to be running late; she just was. Rushing into the room, the girl halted in surprise. There was only one other person. The professor hadn't arrived, yet.

Sighing in relief, Ondrea made her way further into the room, her luck bringing a smile to her face.

"Hey, Vette," she greeted the other girl. "Popular class, isn't it?"

Thena strolled into the healing class with a big bag hanging over her shoulder. Homework, all these homework was killing her. Between every single class she studied, all the weekends. Was she stupid? Dumb for having to study that much?

Did they all do that, study til their fingers bled, she sighted and placed herself in the back of the class waving slightly at Ondrea for she remembered the girl from Julians party a while ago. Took down the hand, figuring the girl didn't remember her.