The group went through the circle, and Emmeline was sure hers had been the best. Some of the theater geeks, like the twins Martha and Matt, whom talked with uncanny synchronicity, gave Ian a dirty look for his honesty. Other kids laughed and relaxed a little, secretly there for the same reason and feeling a bit less out of place.<br/><br/>Everyone lowered themselves to the ground. Emmeline did so carefully, stretching her long legs out before her and crossing them at the ankle. She was tall, and she hadn't dressed appropriately, more concerned with first impressions than the amount of dirt on the floor. She brought herself back a few inches, giving others more space to comfortably stretch out and possibly bump feet. Some chattered softly as the professor handed down syllabuses one by one. Emmeline remained silent, wondering if the woman was going to take up all 90 minutes of the class to recite what they could easily read in 5 minutes.  It was maddening, but 30 minutes later she finally called out, "And that's it, any questions?"<br/><br/>Of course, stupid theater-smelling geek boy had one. And so did whats-her-face. But soon enough they were called up and on their feet, people groaning as they peeled themselves off the floor like the aging 20 year olds they were.<br/><br/>"Partner up!" Professor Dorsey ordered, intending to break them into a series of partner games that would break people in and made them more comfortable with each other. The number of games she intended to play to break them all down was bloody insane.<br/><br/>People looked left and right, quickly grabbing the first kind-looking person that met their eyes. Emmeline took her time standing, and unlike others, she did not scramble to find someone, leaving her options dwindled down to a few other stragglers. She raised an eyebrow in their general vicinity, watching the flail from the outside.<br/><br/>She gave a neural, 'come hither' look to the person that appeared the calmest.