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Study Hall, Monday, January 7

After his stop in the teacher's lounge, Fraser made his way to the classroom and opened it up for the semester's first study hall.

He took a seat at the desk with some leftover paperwork and proceeded to ignore it for the most part. Paperwork was boring.

[OCD ~~going~~ is up!]

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"I am not yet used to how differently people speak here," Romeo half-explained, turning pink. "And you have found me out. Tell me honest, you had not heard of the Montagues and Capulets ere you came here?" His tone made it clear he found this somewhat inconceivable.

Aw, he was cute, Amber thought with a grin as she stared at him. His blush was very attractive. "Basically, I think we all pretty much talk the same, some of us just have a bit more of a... structure to our words. At least we can understand each other and I'm thinkin' that's what's important," Amber said. "Montagues and Capulets," she repeated, pondering the names a moment. "Kinda sounds familiar... but I can't be certain. I hear and read a lot."

[ooc: Wasn't sure if Amber should know of Romeo and Juliet or not :D.]

"sometimes tales of us, mostly lies, are in magazines," Romeo said. "Nothing of any import."

[OOC: Nope, but they're both incredibly rich, have been fighting for years, and in his canon they make TV news, so I assume they might be known on a sort of Kim Kardashian level.]

Amber shook her head. "That's terrible. You wish people could just mind their own business sometimes, don't you. Take me for instance, my family has been on the news too much lately and by family I just mean me, my ma, and Loretta. See, I'm kinda hidin' from someone who wants to kill me. What kinda lies people tellin' about you and your family, Romeo," Amber asked. "If you want to talk about it that is."

Romeo leaned his head to one side, considering how to phrase it. "They make it sound as if our lives have far more glamour and far less sorrow than they do," he said. "There was some tragedy last summer -- lives lost -- and they took glee in it. What is it for your family?"

The word sorrow was always such a sad word to Amber. Her expression softened and she moved her hand from her chin, instead folding her arms across the desk, peering at him with compassion in her eyes. "I'm sorry for your tragedy, Romeo. It's always such a shame when lives are lost. Hard to imagine anyone ever takin' glee in the death of others." 'Course it didn't bother Amber too much that Becky Leeman was blown up riding a swan float.

"I was blamed for the death of another girl. Her ma took a shotgun after me and was arrested for it, but it would seem she has escaped and the law is lookin' for her."

"I thank you," Romeo said softly, tilting his chin up for a better view of Amber. "And fie on the mother, then. She shall have her reward someday, but mayhap not at the hands of man."

[OOC: Heading off for the night, but this was fun!]

She nodded, smiling gently. "She will. I know she will."

[Thank you! It really was!]

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