Mags rushed into the classroom, only a few hairs out of place. Setting down the pile of papers she was given, she glared at her students. A teacher's glare. Not a murderous one. Yet anyway. Who knew if these students would be from hell or heaven. Maybe someplace in between. Either way, she rapped the desk with her knuckles sharply as her eyes finally made their way to the back of the room. They widen ever so slightly as they noticed the girl from the stairwell. All the teacher could think was that fate either must really hate her or really loved her. Either way, the mysterious girl was here and using her resources (which may or may not be legal), she could find out more about the girl with the pale skin and dark hair.<br/><br/>"Attention. I'll be your teacher this year. Now, some of you may have heard or seen what happened today in the stairwell. While unfortunate, classes will not be canceled for the day. However, should you feel the need too, there will be a grief counselor here on site starting at 11am." She turned toward the board and picking up the marker, begin to write down the details on where and when the counselor could be reached. "If anyone has any questions or..." She turned back around and stared straight at Kiki. "Any information, my door is also open. Now. Please pull out your math books and we will get started."