Jon held out an arm for Harleen to take. He may not have had a mother to teach him manners, but he still had them nonetheless. “The classroom is this way,” he said, leading her once she’d taken his arm. “It’s near the gymnasium, which was one of the reasons it’s been left alone. Art students aren’t very fond of the noise of gym class interrupting their muse.” He had found it one of the many sleepless nights he spent wandering the halls. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know what she was going to re-purpose it for, especially knowing her propensity for things that explode, but he would assist her anyway. He would do anything to make up for his absence. Curiosity made him want to try to get her to tell him what she was doing. However, he made himself respect her privacy to keeping it a secret. It only took them a couple of minutes to reach the room he told her about. It was left unlocked, because none of the administration really cared if anybody went into it. “Here it is,” he announced, pushing open the door and flipping the light switch by the door.
Harley had been left alone with her family for the Thanksgiving break which was really just her mother and herself going to the prison to visit her father with a few slices of turkey and ended up being confiscated. Her brother still wasn't there to be heard from so it was just to the two of them, her mother forcing a smile as she tried to hide the fear. Her father looking over Harley and mentally picking out the things he saw wrong with how she was dressed. He never did like her alternative form of dressing, but once he 'moved out' Harley didn't have to care anymore. A few awkward questions about her school before Harley finally excused herself and waited outside for her mother. That was the most of her Thanksgiving, with the night ending with her brother sneaking through the window to try and raid their fridge. Still no one knew the kind of life she led at home, not even Joe or Pam, and Harley preferred it that way. When they approached the classroom, Harley let go of Jon's arm, allowing him to go in first despite him trying to hold open the door for her. Once the door was closed she leaned back against it, locking it softly before pouncing on Jon from behind, kissing his cheek. "Thanks for finding the class, Jon Jon. I appreciate it lots." She grinned at him before letting him go and trotting over to a desk, running her hand on the surface before propping herself to sit on it. "Shame no one uses this art room. It's plenty big." Harley glanced around the room, casually crossing her legs so her coat could split open slightly to flash a leg.
