Giselle pressed her lips together, occasionally glancing between the board and the new girl. Her ears swiveled, catching the vocals of the teacher but not necessarily registering what was being said. She had a tendency to not pay attention when one - she had a feisty beast wriggling up a storm inside her and two - she was 'interested' in something else. Huh... she wondered why the girl looked bored. Perhaps she didn't want to be here.<br/><br/>After a few minutes - 20 or so - the bell rang for a short break before they would return for the last of the class. Giselle stood, pulling her sweatshirt so that it crumbled over her bulge and made it look unnoticable. Perhaps a trained eye could see the slight movement from underneath but the doe wasn't worried. She hung back slightly, before curiously approaching Winter. "You seem new here," she said, "new to class or the school?"