Unable To Live The Same Times

❝That brilliant era in which you're smiling even now. Without hating anyone or regretting death, let's meet there for sure.❞ Faculty Dorm: {B-2} Support Group & Anger Management: Supervisor School Orchestra: Supervisor Lit. Dept.: Creative Writing

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Like I’d risk catching any of your nasty commoner germs by spending too much time around you~ Ushishishi~

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Ah, commoner germs. I haven't heard that in such a while. Believe you are a Prinz of sorts?

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Call it , what you will ,

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The girl skipped down the hall with a small smile twisted on her lips. Things were quiet as of late but it was still interesting to watch all the those walking the halls. Some looked more tasty interesting than other’s, but Diva didn’t actually plan to stop and talk at the moment. She was just observing. For today she decided a dark navy dress would be best, seeing as it was bit closer to the uniform color than her white clothing. Still it was out of dress code. So when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she wasn’t to surprised. The girl turned on her heel, her long black hair fanning around her as she did.

The man who’d aimed for her attention was also out of uniform. Taller as well. Another teacher she assumed. Diva flicked her bright blue eyes over the man before her smirk softened into something more coy.

“Yes you may,” She said in a sing song voice before blinking at him innocently. “Did I do something wrong?” The girl wasn’t going to allow this teacher to punish her for a simple dress code violation, but for now she would be sweet. Who knew she may not actually be in trouble.

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Analyzing the female before him, she did seem different from the rest and even how she carried herself. He had never seen her in the halls before and even she was someone new, did she take the classes he taught or maybe he loved over here. He would swear that he could remember a face so this led him to the conclusion of not knowing her. Though he was clearly not in line to judge such a thing, he had mused to himself not even caring about the state of her clothing. Even if other teacher's allowed kids detentions for how they dressed, he certainly wasn't going to do the same thing since he abides by on F's to hand out. "Wrong? If only you believed you have. Maybe so. Have you?" He retorted back with only a question, hoping that she wouldn't grow confused from the matter as he continued.

"But it isn't wrong to do something, 'wrong' truthfully, it would be you doing something 'right' would it not? Or are you the type of person to admit that you've done wrong?" Question after question was certainly rude of him and even he thought that at least stating who he was would make things better. "Excuse me, I should properly give you my name before you answer anything. My name is Märchen von Friedhof but since you are a student, von Friedhof-sensei words just as well."

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sinful-existence replied to your post: Pool party? There’s going to be A LOT of noise...

But sensei- there is no well here…

Life is so hard..　

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givememydragons replied to your post: Pool party? There’s going to be A LOT of noise...

Who needs a tan?? No one;;;

I doubt you will ever need one.

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The Prince doesn’t need your permission to speak~

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I don't believe you presence is wanted here unless you're turning in an assignment to me and I doubt you take my classes.

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sanguineinsanity replied to your post: Pool party? There’s going to be A LOT of noise...

No one would go to a well party. That’s stupid.

I don't believe I asked for any of your comments, now did I?

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Call it , what you will ,

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His time was precious. Not precious enough here however, as his status as a royal heir was not accounted for much. He had to obey the faculty here which wasn’t much too difficult considering he obeyed his parents who ruled the kingdom but even so! It was as if the teachers and other faculty were all their own individual kings or queens with their own separate kingdoms. They all each had their own rules as well! It was a daunting task to listen to each but Tettere would dare not falter!

Speak of the devils!

“Why yes, you may —”

“Not.”

At first he would be willing to listen to the one who vied for his attention. But upon turning to meet a corpse (and not even a good one!) did this demeanor change. Mood instantly soured and the prince donning red shifted back, as if in disgust. Which was partially true. Such a corpse whom did not lay still, did not decompose like others, was no deceased entity that this prince wanted to be around. It put other wonderfully rotting cadavers to shame!

No, no. Tettere did not abide by this teacher’s rules. Marchen was a presence that the red prince could do without. Unfortunately the corpse conductor was also one of his teachers. Ah, what a cruel mistress this Moira could be. However…he was curious, unwillingly so, still he did choose to voice an innocent query to his creative writing teacher though not necessarily in the most cordially polite of tones.

“What do you require of me, Marchen? Oh, pardon me. Sir Von Friedhof. I am certain it’s of no importance so please do be quick about it.”

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Well he would be damned and even Thanatos found his suffering to be amusing it seems, the corpse was taken aback to see he had came fact to ego with one of the Prinz's who inhabited the school. That smarmy voice and perturbed look was one of the usual things he was often granted with when it came to their meetings. It wasn't fair if he could speak those words but even he couldn't complain since it was his fault for coming from his classroom to bother students. But why did out of all of them have to be.. ah..

Holding his tongue at the sarcastic remark given with the use of his name, he could not believe he had to deal with such a trifle. His hand clenching into a fist, biting back his words and even trying not to seem annoyed was very hard it seemed, but truly he had to remain calm. A sigh broke from his lips before he even tried speaking appropriate words to his acquaintance.

"Oh Prinz, you are rather rude. How can you say 'no' at first and change your mind as quick as that? You are such a bipolar being." He stated, chuckling a bit just to calm his own negative attitude down. He left his class room to bother the students not for them to get to him. His hues stared at the other before a smile crossed his features, allowing himself to partake in the other's words instantly. "I require not much, and I hope you can carry it out. I just want a small conversation, is that so wrong?"

Ah, it was so hard these days just to have a small talk with another and knowing the Prinz would make this whole ordeal difficult. Why did things like this have to come to be, what silly joke did Moira enjoy playing on him. Did she do this for he lacked life and decided even he could become a laughing stock to her and what kin she had left.

"Don't be so inconsiderate."

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Pool party?

There's going to be A LOT of noise it seems.

Having fun has gotten louder these days. Just wants his well.

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First Act! Intro:

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With not an inkling of disrespect meant towards the member of staff in her noting so (silent as her noting was, she nevertheless felt a touch guilty in having such a frame of mind), she had the right to simply thank him for the flier, bid a ‘farewell’ and promptly make her way to her next class - there wasn’t, as he himself had confessed, any real need for her to stay behind and assist him in collecting the rest of the papers. And yet, quite evidently, there she remained, her bag propped up against the wall - temporarily forgotten - as she moved further down the hallway in order to retrieve more of the littered leaflets.

Looking back on that moment, actually, she would probably laugh: rather than make a good impression on her next subject teacher, she apparently preferred to make one one this gentleman - there was a possibility, of course, that he, too, was to be a subject teacher of hers, but…even so, why disregard a ‘definitely’ over a ‘possibly’, so to speak?

Lowering herself onto one knee, she gingerly began gathering the papers, taking her time in ensuring that she creased them as slightly as possible. (‘Not her thing’ they…might be, yes, but she had no mind to ‘sabotage’ - if that was the word she wanted - his curious, ah…afterschool group.) At some point in her efforts, however, the senior paused, gaze lifting to him in response to what he had said. She couldn’t deny that he had a certain…allure about him, mm, but nor could she then deny that it wasn’t an unusual one: his attire was proof enough, should one wish to think of things as such, but his words, too… ‘A corpse like me’…?

A…peculiar way of saying ‘somebody like me’, she mused, almost as if he were…

With an abrupt shake of her head, she swiftly returned to picking up the last of his notices before standing up from the floor, patting the pile straight with her hands before she stepped towards the teacher.

“Please, sir - it’s truly of no inconvenience. Indeed, had you still been, ah, collecting the rest when these halls became filled with students…” (something, incidentally, she anticipated to happen any moment now) “Well, that would have been the inconvenience, wouldn’t it?”

She lapsed into a silence not long afterwards, her mind beginning to wander a fraction as she contemplated whether or not she would be able to navigate to her next class with this to spare. From what she could recall of the time she had last glanced at her map, it wasn’t too far away - but there wasn’t, without her memory having been refreshed with a second look at the plan, anyway of being certain. Within time, her gaze fell upon the fliers she had gathered; having momentarily forgotten what she was meant to do with them, she started a fraction as she remembered, a slight, sheepish smile accompanying her gesture of offering them out to him.

“Pardon, I was… Dear, I was elsewhere. Here you are.”

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It was something to think about like he mused before, how he hated to allow someone like her to help with what he caused. Surely she didn't mind but even so, he fairly did and trying his best not to shake his head or allow her and push her to her class was something rather hard to do. A sigh drifted from his mouth, it could possibly be that gentleman side of him which he could at least stand for. No matter how many revenges he did for women who he should have never allowed but did them anyway, it was time where he held morals in his own right. How many papers did he drop he wondered, the signature number of such could only make a greeting like this.

No, it was this growth of paranoia coming to him, it seemed to be something else but even he could not pinpoint it. Maybe it was that his own mistakes made him this way or moreso he was over thinking, promptly he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Fearing that this would only make his blunder worse.

"Understand if this ever happen again, you don't have to help." Most likely even with those words, one with such a good heart would help anyway. As if she would go against another's words to do what she felt was right and it seemed like she would. How troublesome to run into people like these but they were good to have close by he had come to believe?

He grasped the papers with a nod, thanking her for the assistance she was willing to give. "If there was a way I could repay you, just because of me being a teacher and also a person." Who lacked life and could skip the repaying value but even that could be rude and he would never be able to live it down for going about something in such a way. What could he do? He mused, looking left and right before something came to him and even he knew it couldn't become done. "If you were in my class, I'd give you an 'A' for the semester." Even though that was too much and against the student handbook, he could hardly care.

"There is no need to pardon if you were willing to help me with my troubles, it's really a shame I hold no clue of what to give you. I can't allow thing to go unpaid if you understand what I mean." A pause as he thought, he had nothing on him and this was rather upsetting but even he had to look on the bright side even since Tettere would call him a baka corpse for over thinking so hard on small things, that red prince was rather something. "If you ever need anything. No need to hesitate."

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Nevermore quoth the raven♞ [open]

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if he was new.

The raven jumped slightly when the door opened, he wasn’t expecting to be interrupted so early, especially on his first day. Was he in trouble? Geez what could have he done? Gilbert sighed closing his book the page bookmarked fom where he was interrupted. Golden hues looked over to the corpse, goodness was he a teacher? He looked so terribly ill! Why was he even up? Shouldn’t he have been in his dorm resting or something. Ah well…Gilbert gave the class a small assignment in case they did not have enough to do in the time that he was gone.

With that the raven took his leave with Marchen. “Yes very well, what is it that you want from me..Mr…”Oh man Gilbert didn’t even know his name well! This was awkward…” I..I’m sorry I don’t seem to know your name.” Ooh how embarrassing, not remembering the others name when they knew his? He had seen his name before in the teachers list for the school year but, he just really couldn’t remember nor did he know that that was him.

Gilbert quietly awaited for the other to answer, not knowing much else to say he just really wished to know why he was pulled out of class in the middle of his first lecture. Gil was becoming fidgety perhaps he really was in trouble, he wouldn’t doubt it somehow he managed to get himself into situations without his knowledge. 

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Märchen could only laugh at the other, he was certainly new and it was always nice to have a new face around the school. This was certainly good, to him, he could manipulate the male all he wanted and he would never know. All he would understand is that he too was a teacher, and that teachers are suppose to help one another but luckily this corpse did not think of such negative virtues to play against the other and had much more thoughts than before. A slight bow given to the Nightray only to warm his welcome,

"It seems you're one of the new teachers here."

Even though that was easy to tell, the deceased gave a smile and continued with his words. "I always thought this was planning period for people of the literature department but I guess I was wrong but something more interesting came to mind. Leave you students with an assignment and come with me to show you around the whole school. Teachers can never be left out in the dark."

He mused, knowing that the other would have no idea what he was talking about and even then that would be more confusing. But Gilbert did seem like one with morals and even the way he dressed reminded him of the time scheme of where he was born so maybe they could share a pleasant conversation if that wasn't too bad. It was something he was itching for awhile since before and this could not be helped.

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First Act! Intro:

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Oh well, he’d get to class for tomorrow, besides it looks like he had a job to do now! He didn’t mind helping the teacher (since he appeared to be anyway). He knew that would be a bad impression on the teacher he should be with now, probably think he was some kind of delinquent (which he clearly wasn’t).  His gazed at the other again, digesting the words he just said. Oh, look how rude he was, it seemed. “ Ah, pardon my rudeness then, “ He looked up to the tall lankly corpse no later, “ I am März von Ludowing,.“ He raised an eyebrow, „…And what is your name, Herr?“

  “Mm, sometimes I have, though I haven’t really thought about fate too much. “ It was true, he never did think about Moira that much. It wasn’t something he would want to overthink about, since, who’d know what would happen if he did? He lapsed into silence at that moment, tilting his head to the side as the other had spoken. What was he talking about? Sins and saints? Well, it seemed relevant at the conversation. März had blinked a few more times, as the other had pat his head. It..it was a familiar gesture, from what he recalled when he was a bit younger, when his mother would pat his head in reassurance or when pleased.  Yet, the other’s other take on fate was also quite intriguing.  ”Mm, you should, I’m sure it would be quite an interesting class to take.”  If it were to become a class, it would most likely be an elective class, which, is what he thought.

For a moment or two, he, the teacher had felt..quite familiar. There was a niggling feeling that something about him was familiar, yet he couldn’t pin point of what it was. 

As the other had began to explain the flyers, the lad glanced down to look and read through them. Albeit briefly. His gaze fell onto the monochrome haired other, “An interesting Support Group, with Anger Management… ” A light smile appeared on his face, “I’m sure it’ll be helpful to those who need it. ” He was still oblivious of the other’s true intentions, yet…it went right over his head. To raise any suspicion, since he was a teacher, and he was supposed to respect them (which he did). “All on the walls then?” He raised a brow then, ” Alright,” (a nod) “…And, which classrooms would you like these to put up in?”

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Allowing the other's name to make way to his own mind, the corpse could only chuckle in such the resemblance. Ah, it was such a very delicate thing to lay thoughts on and question and he even wondered would his own name bring question. He knew the truth-- for such a long time and even at one point of time forgotten. It seemed to trouble him in the least but then the ideal of it troubling this young, charismatic fellow was quite something. "Märchen von Friedhof." He smiled, admitting his name without hesitation. What would it be for this one to learn of such things as death and revenges. Maybe he could let someone like him live at peace, for once.

"I don't think you should place much thought onto it. How about you allow me to do such a thing?" He questioned since his mind seemed to wrap around that was Moira, and everything she had done. Oh my, was it wrong to think negative upon positive things when it came to someone like her? Anyone could have their own opinion and state it, even she couldn't change that. "One that is you, shouldn't have to think so hard. It will only become a trivial burden, you'd have to excuse me for doing this to you." Apologizing from his own fault, he seemed to have been doing that lately. "A class like that, I can understand being kicked out of the school." That was only to pick fun and cause some laughter, though he didn't mind. Being placed out.

A paper in his hand as his eyes viewed the words, he said nothing as his true colors were placed all around the sheet. Revenges, and many more different things. How funny, the extracurricular was only meant for his own doings and the other teachers who joined it probably didn't know it. But thinking such a way wouldn't help.

"Any class that you wish, do not feel limited. You're with me and anything goes. I don't mind." The corpse hardly got any papers up so there were many placed that the younger version could set them at. It being down the hall or near the many classrooms nearby. It didn't matter as long as they were up, but something of a question came to him and he just had to know what the other thought about it. "Will you indulge with me in a question when we finish placing these papers up? It's not much but only something simple."

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don't eat my arm [@marchen.]

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She as well seemed to be by herself as she couldn’t bring herself to converse with her roommates either. Only one had Dany properly conversed with but the others either had seemed to disappear or they must be sleeping in the library or something! However it was nice for the female since she did mostly like peace and quiet the best well say for the sake of her dragons. They were always an exception.

Was she even supposed to be here? This was private lodgings after all and goodness knows what sort of trouble Dany could find herself in if she was found out here but yet she still didn’t seem to worry over it all that much.

“Do not worry Daenerys and you will not be caught.” She uttered softly to herself as she continued to wait for any form of life from inside of the room. Just as she was about to turn and walk away until she heard the door behind her open and her silver-head turned back in one swift move to catch a glimpse of the pale-faced man’s throughout the small crack in the door.

Giving a soft smile as he addressed her, she only gave a shrug to the things he asked. Maybe if she had some sort of excuse for being here it would be alright, and no one would question it; but Dany hardly even had a reason.

“No, I have not found myself in any trouble..” She quietly cleared her throat, raising her head a little higher as she now decided to choose her next words carefully. “I wanted to thank you for finding one of my dragons, and to apologise if he caused you any harm.. also with eating your food.”

Dany paused for only a moment before continuing on—

“I would like to repay you for your kindness, and helpfulness.”

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The corpse only blinked his hues a few times before taking in what she was asking, was this some sort of joke or the like? Why She was thanking him, apologizing because of the dragon and even willing to take her time out and repay him. Even with such grateful words, he raised a hand to shake his head and dismiss her words. "Excuse me, but you never have to do such a thing for me." He stated, he was much more of a gentleman than he let on.

How would people look at him if he allowed such a thing to happen, she giving up her time for him and no women should have to do that. Opening the door a bit more and extending his own arm to grab her hand, a smile crossed his face even from her gesture of kindness. It was something that he would only do a few but it seemed that if he did it now, better things would happen.

"Please, I should at least repay you for going your way to come here. I don't deserve anything from you but only your noticing. I believe." Guessing that was the right thing to say, he released her hand from his own cold ones which he had heavily forgotten about. It was a taboo to touch the living so casually as if he was living along with them. That must had been something he liked about the people he met, to hold a life and here he was, lacking one but able to move freely.

Hopefully she wouldn't take offense and deny him of this, it would be rather upsetting moreso embarrassing but that was okay. In his time, allowing a lady to do something for a person like him seemed to be nothing but a crime and he would never allow her to commit a sin, if he could. As much as sins enticed him, he could bear just this one time of not seeing one done.

"Alright?"

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Call it , what you will ,

Having put in his numerous grades of As into his book because of his absence, he steadily had grew bored of doing such a thing. It wasn't fun giving As as much as the students believed, F's were more his style but never could he complain aloud. Many of his children were passing anyway so even they didn't have to worry about a thing. A leg crossed over the other as monochrome locks covered part of his vision whilst he raised his head from the paperwork.

Lifting from his chair to make way out the class room he was placed in by the higher ups of the school, a sigh drifted from his lips. What could he do to pass the time, surely he could go to sleep in his well but there was nothing like that here.

Yellow eyes scanned the hall, studying the students that walked up and down the halls and the others who were making total fools of themselves but to them it was probably something else. Moments went by before a grand idea came to his mind, why not have a little fun of his own? It wasn't wrong to take a break from much more serious things and relax one's mind and body. And this is what the corpse would do.

Moving forward and picking any random person to tap on the shoulder, the deceased gave a slight smile before speaking. "Excuse me, may I have a word with you." Surely this wasn't what teachers were meant to do but when one grows heavily bored, they'd do anything to make it go away and even he enjoyed messing around with people.

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Creative Writing.. A's To Give.

--Because of my whole week disappearance and not torturing you students enough without an assignment of sorts which was a failure on my behalf. I feel like as if I owe you all something since I gave no alarm of my leave so here is what I will give. Listen close. Each student taking Creative Writing, even if we haven't met or you just made way into the class gains a free A.

I believe this will help many children and it's only fair that I do so. And with that, can choose what type of assignment they wish to have studied next. Truly if you wish to stay on poetry a bit more, I understand. Fanfictions can be the next lesson. But whatever you wish.

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--Panic at the Library! Act 2.

                                               But Lancelot mused a little space                                                He said, "She has a lovely face;                                                God in his mercy lend her grace,                                                The Lady of Shalott."

It was that one verse that brought him to the Library on this day, a sigh broke from his lips as he stood right at the entrance. He had always loved that poem, Lady of Shalott, it was something that kept him wanting know more and what would happen to the women that alas was the main character in it all. Yes, Sir Gawain and Sir Lancelot took part but they did nothing that could amount to the Lady of Shalott. A pale women if he remembered correctly, locked in the four grey walls within the four grey towers.

If he could recall, she watched over Camelot through her mirror that showed life as it was outside her cage. The enjoyment he gained from listening to such a poem along with reading was a thrill and he just had to read it once more. Making his steps into the area, he noticed students in their studies and even some teachers that were probably using their planning period to have their own party within a book. So why not join the rest of them?

Maybe if he waited for the librarian, he could find the book much faster but even he didn't have that much patience! If only this was a symphony, he would wait as long as possible to see the outcomes of anyone's sins. Truly why was he even a teacher was baffling to him since all he wanted was to conduct a few lives since that was a talent he was granted. If by well or by Thanatos, by Moira if grateful. The corpse made his way through silence over to where all the books were neatly set. Weak looking digits one would call fingers moving through the books in hope of finding where the paperback would be-- hardback if he was lucky.

But maybe he wasn't so lucky.

Eyes went wide as he saw where the book was supposed to be, missing. It was as if he fell down the well once again, pain clouding over into his body and regretful thoughts resurfacing. What did students even know about this book? Who would even check it out? He wondered. A shake of his head as he raised his hand to cover his mouth, just baffled at the whole ordeal. Had Moira believed it was quite the day to jest him? Or was it that Thanatos thought it was amusing to him, laid back in his thrown watching his subordinate suffer over words he could recite on the spot.

What do.. What to do he could only muse to himself, lack of thought in asking the Librarian as he stared at the shelf. Slightly upset and bothered.

"Why would anyone.."

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Wells are stupid like your face

"..."

Pause. "Wells are beautiful things! You just don't understand them."

Well.. Always gotta diss the haters.

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don't eat my arm [@marchen.]

Thankfully so far one of her dragons had been found, but the bad thing about this was the fact it had been found by a teacher. However the fact it was one of the first teachers she had met here, and he didn’t seem to be so—

Frustrated?

Who would take to a couple of baby dragons running around the school so well? She had been expecting to hear the reprimanding the moment she heard from Märchen as he told her that one he had found one of her dragons, and two it had eaten some of his food.

How did Dany get herself out of that one?

Daenerys paced backwards and forwards in frustrated way because she had to thank said teacher for all he did in finding her dragon around the campus, or could she say that the dragon had found him? Either way one was safe in her possession again, and now she stood right in front of the corpses home room door. Dany still did not believe those words either.

A raised hand and a knock was what the woman did next as she ceased her pacing and becoming more focused in letting the man know how grateful she was since it had put so much off of the Stormborn’s mind.

“Märchen..?”

And now she would wait.

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Now students weren't the only one's who had to share a room with another and someone he hardly knew. They never talked which he found to be a good thing since this corpse was one to stay silence unless a symphony was in play. His roommate had left recently which gave him time to rest up for the next class he had to teach. Truthfully he hated kids and only wanted to give them F's but there has came a time where Ritsu Namine and even Molly had gained an A for their wonderful poetry work.

He laid on satin sheets that he had brought from his well himself and dressed it over his fine looking bed, twas where he laid down majority of the time. His hair confined in it's ribbon as eyes were closed and life was there no more. When was the last time he even slept in such an uncomfortable area, times like these made him miss his well but he could not complain until he herd knocking at the door and even the sound of his own name.

Eyes opened at the sound and wondered who would ever come to visit him so this meant he had to raise from his bed, not even a yawn left from his throat as he slowly walked to the door. A hand raised from his side as he gripped the doorknob just to turn it quite bit, his eye peeking between the crack that he allowed when opening it. "..Ah.. fräulein" he questioned wondering why someone such as herself was even at his room. She even called him by his first name but he didn't even catch onto that.

"How may I help you..? Got in trouble with the hall monitor or something?"