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[Frey Skelly]

English? Who needed it? Glancing harshly over his paper, the top mark clearly read 12%. WHO THE HELL GOT A 12% WHEN THEY WORKED ALL NIGHT ON SOME STUPID PAPER? Frey was pissed off. Not at himself. He was quite proud of his paper. He was pissed at the teacher. Sure, she was a bitch. At least Frey thought so. But she was probably racist, too. The other were in class had gotten even lower than he did, and he wasn't really interested in finding out what the others had gotten. Someone had suggested going up and talking to the professor. But Frey had things to do, people to see, things to eat. Shaking his head, and running his slender fingers through his spiked brown hair, emerald orbs sunk to the floor.

If he failed, he'd get thrown out. If he got thrown out, he'd have to go back to London. School paid off for at least that much. He was a smart man, but sometimes, he could be really, really stupid. Like staying up all night to finish a paper, when he knew his English teacher was going to fail him anyway. And then an idea struck him: Why not go to the headmaster, and get his opinion? But first, he would need someone else's. Frey would randomly choose a person, preferably female, and then have her read the paper, and tell him what she though about it. If SHE thought it deserved a higher grade, then, he would fight for it.

But not like how he fought the last time for a better grade. No one wanted to see him fully phased, with a hunk of raw meat in his mouth, running around the school. With that, he hadn't proven that he was stronger than the professor, and could rip her to pieces if she didnt change his mark. He just got suspended for awhile. And, almost thrown out of that class. And without that class, there was no way he would be able to graduate. School had always been important to Frey. But to find what he was looking for... no/ WHO he was looking for, he needed to stay in this island. In this school, even more possibly.

So he would walk up to any random, good looking girl, and ask her opinion on his paper. That was the plan, anyway. "Hey, hey you! Can I ask you a question? Or rather, a favor?" He turned on his smile, something that was used regularly, to get his way. It always worked, there wasn't one woman who turned him down when he smiled. And they when they saw his eyes, well, it was always a done deal from there on. Scratching the back of his neck, the man produced his paper. "Mind if you read this, and tell me what grade it really deserves?" It was the only way to fight for it. Plus, he wanted to make some new friends in the process. In the three years he'd been here, he hadn't had one fling. One girlfriend. One one night stand. Nothing.

It was time to change that.

[``&Jazmyne Guinnes.]

Jazmyne Guinnes

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So why was the younger Guinnes sibling be wandering about the halls all by herself, excluding the large great dane that trotted along beside her? The explanations rather simple. She'd had a question for her professor, who in turn asked her to run something to another professor in the English corridor. The first year sociology student had no problem with it, seeing that it wasn't that far out of her way, and that Jazmyne really had nothing better to do. The halls were empty, save for the few students she passed by. The half-breed hadn't given them so much as a glance as she walked through the hall, a Manila envelope sealed with a name of an English professor scrawled on the front. Her shadow sometimes walked ahead of her, sometimes he stopped to sniff the ground. He was very dog-like, as he probably should be. The tan colored canine finally settled for walking close to her left side, while discussing tasty foods with her in a mental conversation.

Jazmyne let out a small yawn, her empty hand moving to shield passing people from seeing her mouth all agape. Once she was done her hand fell back to her side, before slipping into the pocket of her jeans, which hugged her legs like any pair of skinnies would. Dark in color, they went well with her shirt; a band-tee that hugged the gently curves of her frame, and left a small bit of skin showing between the top of her jeans and the bottom of the top. On her feet, were worn out tennis shoes. They had scuff marks, oil stains, and permanent marker-writing all over the originally white surface. Tacky? Probably, but the girl who loved working on motors and bikes and such really enjoyed them, and really didn't give a rat's ass about what other people thought.

She finally reached her destination, and reached out to turn the handle on the door to the room before letting herself and her shadow inside. Jazmyne stopped to glance around the not-so familiar room. There was nobody in here? What? Why would they leave their door unlocked? Jazzy gave a small shrug, deciding that it was just best to complete the task at hand and get out. So she did just that; Jaz laid the sealed Manila envelope on the desk of the teacher and then exited the room. "Where to go, love?" She asked afterward, reaching down to pet her shadow affectionately. He responded with a whining noise, and at that time a young man ventured up and started speaking to her. Jazmyne hadn't even noticed him until he was just opening his mouth to say something. Her bright blue eyes moved to rest on the man who had just asked her for a favor. His smile was rather enticing, and Jazmyne found herself smiling softly in return. "Uhh.... Sure, what did you need?" She responded, being rather polite.

Her gaze traveled to take in his full appearance. She didn't take long, just a quick second to see more than just the face of the person who'd approached her. When he held out a paper, with a rather horrible score on it Jazmyne inwardly giggled. Who got a twelve on an English paper? The first year didn't vocally remark on it though. No need to be rude when he obviously hadn't done anything wrong. "Yeah, I can do that." Jazmyne took it from him, before beginning to read the paper. The brunette leaned against the wall of the hallway, resting her weight on one leg as she continued to read. Her teeth gently latched down on her lip, turning the page. "So... I'm taking it you believe that you deserve a better grade?" Her shadow mentally told her that it was a stupid question. Anybody in their right minds would want a higher grade than a twelve on a paper. Jazmyne, feeling a little retarded after the great dane pointed it out, looked up from the paper to glare at the dog, before going back to reading the paper.

When she was finished, Jazzy handed the article back to the other student, and sighed. "Damn, I knew teachers graded pretty rough but you sure as hell deserved a better grade than that...." A twelve in her mind would've been something that barely took up a page, an assignment that was written on the spot, when the author clearly needed to either learn about what they were talking about, or plan things out a bit more. In her opinion, the paper deserved a lot more credit than that. Surely not the best paper she'd seen, but by far not the worst.

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[Frey Skelly]

He knew he deserved better than he got. A 60 would have been better than what he got. "HAH! I KNEW IT. That teacher," he pointed towards the empty room. "Is racist against damn werewolves. I wanted someone bias to read it, and tell me if I should fight this or not." Frey hadn't seen this girl around. I mean, he knew just about everyone. But he didn't know her. But he didn't know many of the first years, considering, he was a third himself. She wasn't at all bad looking, either. Her hair is what made her enticing. Not to mention, her eyes were fucking amazing. But shaking his head, and towering his lean figure against the wall, he knew better. She was a first year. Probably nineteen, maybe twenty depending on her species. He, himself, was seventy three.

But he still acted as if he were a twenty year old co-ed. Smiling again, he took the paper from her, folded it up, and shoved it in his back pocket. He also didn't know where HIS own shadow was, but that wasn't of concern to him at the moment. What had his attention was the woman in front of him. "So, what bring you to the English Hall?" It was a stupid question, but nevertheless, he asked it anyway. Once again, his speaking before thinking method would get him snubbed one day. He hoped he didn't look like a completely moronic person, but then again, it wouldn't have mattered to him in any case.

He did need new friends, though. So scaring her off probably wasn't the best idea. Especially, if he was rude. Mentally scolding himself, he moved awkwardly from the wall, to stand right back in front of her. "Thanks, though. I think I'm gonna go see the headmaster now. That jackass of an English professor won't talk to me." He didn't want to leave, but now he felt awkward. He probably would have asked her out, if she hadn't been so damn nice to him. Usually, he went for those types. The ones who weren't nice to him right off the bat.

It startled him a bit. "Actually, you know what? How about I introduce myself first." It would have been doubly rude, if he hadn't said anything after she had done him a favor. "I'm Frey. And you?" He inquired. He really needed to work on his people skills.

[``&Jazmyne Guinnes.]

She flinched slightly at his sudden change in loudness, but her quick second of fright was replaced with a smirk. He was accusing a teacher of being racist? "Are you sure? Maybe she just has something against you." Her tone of voice was light-hearted, teasing. "Jokes, jokes. But really, sounds like your teacher is a real bitch." Of course, Jazzy had to include her swear words. Her shadow was always scolding her. 'Many people don't find your vocabulary very attractive, sailor.' She'd heard it a million times. But she didn't know this man at all, nor did she know the teacher well, so she couldn't say that she really had an answer as to why his professor seemingly gave him such a low score on a decent paper. She gave a shrug a few seconds after he answered her question. "Go for it. Have you asked any other people's opinions?" She raised a delicate eyebrow with her question, eyes lingering on the male as he leaned against the wall. That only brought them closer, considering she'd been leaning on the wall since she'd started reading his work. Jazz, who felt like she was staring, turned her head away from him to look down at the large dog sitting beside her. Her hand rested on his head, between the great dane's ears, and she gently stroked the animal.

"I was running an errand for my own professor. You know you must be pretty lame when you play the messenger girl." Her tone was playful again, and Jazmyne let out a quiet laugh at her own comment. Blue orbs had moved back to the seemingly older student, and she started to get curious. Jazmyne knew many people through her older brother, who was a second year. but this man did not look familiar at all. He did have an enticing smile though, she had to give the werewolf that one.

The taller of the two had expressed that he was going to go, and she raised her hand from her shadow to give him a small wave to accompany her good-bye. "Uhmm...bye? I hope things go well for you...." He was leaving so soon? She hadn't even gotten a name. Saying good bye also reminded her that she really didn't have anything else to do after this. Ryan was god knows where, and everybody just seemed to be out and about, doing their thing today. She secretly wished he would've wanted to strike up a conversation or something.

Luckily for her, he'd decided to stay to introduce himself. Even if it might have been just a second longer, as long as it was keeping Jazmyne occupied she was happy to talk to him. Selfish? Oh yes, that was Jazmyne for you. A rather spoiled little half breed. "Jazmyne. You can call me that or Jazz. It doesn't really matter." She gave him another smile, exposing her white teeth. "Frey.....I don't think I've ever heard that name before. Interesting." Jazmyne pushed herself off the wall so she was standing up straight, at her complete height of 5'6". "So. Curiosity is getting the best if me, and I have to ask. What is your major? Does it have something to do with English?" The eighteen year old stopped herself after one question. No need to play twenty questions with a person Jazzy had just met. Though she was a curious creature, and wanted to learn a bit more about the rather attractive werewolf in front of her, Jazz shut her mouth and patiently waited for a response.

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