<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fashionmention.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/28/Nadja-Bender-Gucci-Watches-Jewelry-2014-Campaign-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alain<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School, hallway<br/><strong>Time:</strong>After lunch, beginning of 5th period.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hades, open (mentioning Professor Twist, Nessa)<br/><hr/><br/>Alain was late for class. Not that this was an unusual sight. In fact, his friends agreed that Alain had become the school's benchmark for fashionable late. All those who arrived before him were on time, early even, and those who arrived later... Well, they should have taken Alain's lead. More annoying than the students who 'did not get it', were the teachers who failed to grasp the concept of fashionably late, and their scoldings were met with a brilliant smile and a vague explanation of this training or that. It was on a rinse and repeat program every day, and today was no different.<br/><br/>The hallways were clearing with students racing towards class when Alain sauntered past, a sports bag over his shoulder slung over one shoulder. "Good afternoon, Sir!" he called out to Hades upon spotting the Headmaster, somewhat regretting that Stephen and George had just ducked into their respective classrooms. They were always asking him how he managed to get on so well with most teachers, and he'd have been glad to provide them with an example. Still, their loss was soon forgotten and Alain sent the Headmaster a hopeful smile, looking for an opening that'd allow him to breach the topic of his training, and inadequate amount of time he had to spend on it.<br/><br/>Further down the hallway, he caught sight of another teacher, disappearing into a classroom. Had that been Professor Twist? If Alain had one favorite among the staff, it was Professor Twist. The Ethics Professor rarely bothered him, and so far had not complained about his homework being written in different handwriting each time. This last assignment especially had been one Alain was proud of; the girl who had done his homework had a handwriting that resembled calligraphy. He'd have to allow her to do it again, and he decided to approach her... as soon as he remembered her name. Eh, no matter, there was always that other girl who seemed to know everyone. Surely she'd remember  who the blonde with the calligraphic handwriting had been.