Therese had woken up around four in the morning to go for a jog around the grounds of the Xavier school. Old habits tended to die hard, and she still held on to this ghost of her old life. Her training regimen was not as strict nor as strenuous these days, but she always tried to keep up, just in case. After all, this school's delicate existed often rested on the edge of a knife. Between the government and the Brotherhood, they seemed to be under threat all the time. It was not an ideal situation for her, but she figured it was better than being hunted like a dog back in Ireland.<br/><br/>After a quick change out of her jogging clothes and a few pieces of toast, she set out on her way to the school by foot, having more than enough time make the journey there by herself. She managed to get there a few hours later, around the same time as the other students had begun matriculating from the surrounding area. She spotted some of the others from the academy, including the ghostly boy by the name of Xander. He was one of the more unnerving people in the school, she thought, but solidarity was important so she made she to say her good mornings to people from her new home as often as she could.<br/><br/>She sat down somewhere near the middle of her class, taking note of the girl in the trench coat skulking near the back as always. She ignored her as she often did and pulled out an e-reader to pick up where she left off before the teacher showed up.