<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Mid-Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charles Xavier, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Class<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sweater (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/55/14/d85514ea29c4b1e35f0c623432af89b4.jpg), dark blue skinny jeans, dirty Converse sneakers, black finger-less gloves<br/><hr/><br/>Tess couldn't help but feel a bit of tightness in her chest, anxiety over the thought of someone finding out exactly what she was afraid of or simply seeing her past. Her leg began to bounce again and she chewed the inside of her cheek, visually uncomfortable with the Professor's answer, but she said no more about it. Her eyes focused on the one droplet of water on the floor until the Professor spoke again. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes from the water droplet and looked down to the cards that had been set beside her chair. She reached down and picked them up before shuffling them in her lap. It was a little difficult to do with her cotton gloves on, but she managed to not drop them all over the place. A few single cards fell into her lap now and again, but she shuffled them back into the deck and did as the Professor asked. Pulling a card from the middle of the deck, she looked at it, making sure to record it to her memory so she wouldn't forget.<em>"King of Spades. King of Spades. King of Spades,"</em>she thought to herself before slipping the card back into the deck and shuffling it again. She was fidgeting.