NAME:  Karen Schmidt<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL:  English Teacher<br/>TIME OF DAY:  Noon<br/>LOCATION:  Cafeteria<br/>TAGGING:  Samuel Ervin (exiting) and Aaron Shaw (exiting)<br/><br/>Karen shifted uncomfortably, her eyes cast down.  She hardly thought she was one of the best minds the country had to offer, but she would do her best to educate her students, and help them hone their given abilities in her spare time.  Looking up with mild surprise at the mention of a private kitchen in the basement, she nodded, grateful for the invitation.  She did like the relaxation cooking offered from time to time.<br/>Watching as the Dean bid his goodbyes and left, she turned back to her lunch companion.  She took another bite of her food and nearly choked on it with his suggestion of...creating streams of flames.  ...And flying?  Such things would be....  She swallowed the food in her mouth, shaking her head, took a drink of water.  "Oh, no, I don't think I could manage that," she murmured, though she wasn't sure she was heard, as the next moment, the teen was saying something about reading student profiles.  She gaped up at him.  Half an hour?  For all of his student profiles?  She watched him go, stormy eyes following him in wonderment.  He must be some sort of speed reader.  Looking down at the other half of her plate, she focused on finishing her food.  When done, she stood and moved to the tray deposit line and set her tray down, then moved and exited the cafeteria.  She smiled to herself.  Time to get back to her lesson plans.