Hmm, she didn't know why she still took this class. It really had nothing to do with what she wanted to do in life, and if she needed to know some runes, then that's what books were for. Maybe it was because she hoped she'd see Professor Truebridge standing there in the classroom, ready to teach, instead of...whoever this guy was.

"Good day, Professor...Christiansen." Christiansen? Yea, that so didn't sound like Truebridge at all. And that definitely wasn't his handwriting on the chalkboard either. Norwegian? Yea...she was pretty Truebridge wasn't from there either. PFFFT.

Smiling somewhat, Evelyn turned to look at the seating arrangements so far...and decided to sit in the WAY BACK once she saw Lexi in the front. Sure, their conversation at the feast was alright, but, that could have just been the bad food and emotionally unstable side of her talking. Right?