NYC High School

Auberon
Auberon glanced at Kahlen. "Try not to hurt yourself please?"

Kahlen 
"Working on that." So close- ow. Okay, this is by far the worst time for this to happen. 

Auberon
"Glad I don't have ling hair," he mumbled.

Kahlen 
"Times like this it's very inconvenient," Kahlen said, finally untangling the silver chain. 

Auberon
Auberon stood up again and headed a bit further away from their destination, dragging Kahlen along with him.

Kahlen 
Kahlen glanced around suspiciously, but there didn't seem to be anything else wrong. The bell rang to start class, which made her jump a little. There goes being on time. But this is probably more important.

Auberon
Auberon went back to his locker, opening it and glancing around before grabbing a sheathed dagger from back behind some books.

Kahlen 
That's... Chicken Slayer. Okay, concern is steadily climbing. Kahlen ran her thumb over the smooth surface of the locket in her palm. 

Auberon
"Don't you love it when all you're training goes out of your brain when you need it the most?" Auberon mumbled. "Maybe you should slap me..."

Margot
She ran her hand over the cover of her history book. She had already fluttered the pages in front of her face, and gotten several glances because of it, and the book smelled pretty good. She liked the textbook smell. Em blinked, realizing the teacher was talking. She looked up and listened as he introduced himself.

Mason
 The late bell rang, though Mason made no attempt to hurry his pace. He glanced down at his schedule to double-check that he was going to the right place - yes, history. He smirked slightly as he walked in the door a minute or so late. This should be fun.

Kahlen 
"Can we back up and explain the dragging me here in the first place? Just so I know what's going on?"

Auberon
"Just-" Auberon started, glancing behind them and staring blankly at where they had come from for a minute. He closed his locker quietly, and looked back down at Kahlen. "I didn't hear you.. sorry, what did you say?"

Kahlen 
"What's going on?" Kahlen repeated. 

Margot
She looked over, like many of the other students, as the door opened. In walked Mason, and most of the others reverted their attention back on the teacher. Em smiled and her hand moved in a small wave before she, too, turned toward the front of the classroom. The teacher was writing his name on the board, unnecessarily in Em's opinion as it was quite a simple name.