[sblock=English Class]Clover's English class was no more interesting by night than it had been by day.
Most of the students in the class knew her from when she used to take day classes, and they treated her cordially enough considering she had always been the teachers pet of those classes. However, here in English class all of the students--there were only 12 in the class so there was no where to hide--were on the same dull, boring page. Clover agreed with them that this professor was just about as exciting as watching paint dry.
Remembering the incident of the Biology lecture, Clover sat down towards the back of the class and pulled out her notes. The students allowed themselves to chat themselves to a dull roar until class began. But then as soon as the professor entered the room the fun stopped and the class heaved a collective sigh.
Clover felt her eyes glaze over as the professor began to lecture. Something about Shakespeare and how some believed he might have been Catholic. And this would have been a bad thing because identifying as Catholic was not identifying with Elizabeth's Protestant religion. And as we all know, Elizabeth was very my-way-or-the-highway when it came to absolutely everything.
<insert Shakespeare lecture>
Like everyone else in her class, Clover's mind completely shut down during the lecture. But about an hour in, she realized (much to her dismay) that she had fallen prey to the same problem as the other night: completely freezing. At that point, Clover slowly shut her eyes for a moment and realized that she might very well not have blinked for... well... an hour. Luckily, she sat at the back of the class so none of her fellow classmates saw her. And her professor was just completely oblivious to anything. But it frightened her that she had managed to stay so perfectly still for so long.
Ignoring the lesson, she took a moment to move each of her joints in turn, trying to get what little blood she had left (in a manner of speaking) to move a little bit.
Speaking of blood, she thought with a melancholic drop of her head, she was feeling rather hungry. She allowed her mind to wander back to her dorm room where two beautiful, crimson bags of blood sat perched like trophies on the top shelf of her mini fridge. Yes, though would probably tide her over for a little while. But she would have to feed eventually. Speaking of feeding, when was the last time Koln had anything to eat? For some reason, Clover didn't worry too much about Ruby. Perhaps she should have offered Koln one of the bags?
She smiled ruefully to herself, remembering how adamantly she had once opposed drinking blood. And how quickly had she proven herself a hypocrite? Well, it wasn't like it hurt anyone, right? That police officer was still alive. She hadn't killed him. Mike in the alleyway? Well, maybe she had almost drained him. But he was still alive. That made it okay, right? And it wasn't like she had forced him or anything. He had allowed himself to be a victim willingly enough. She smirked a little to herself at the memory.
"Angelica? Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"
Clover's head snapped up as she heard her name. Not only the professor, but also the rest of the class was looking at her.
'Um... did I miss something?'
Their professor never called on anyone. Anyone! Why her? Why now? There must have been a reason. She tried to take a quick assessment of the situation to see what she might have been doing that would have halted the entire class. But she found no answer.
Instead, she managed a quizzical look and a startled, "I'm sorry?"
The professor looked impatient, "You were laughing?"
'Oh.'
Everyone giggled as she sheepishly ducked her head, "Oh, right. No, nothing to share. Sorry for the interruption."
But really, everyone just looked relieved for the break from the monotony.
While she had been spacing--thinking about food--yet another hour had gone by. And soon enough, class was over with and the students could not seem to file out of the room fast enough.
Clover walked slower than the rest, her mind preoccupied with her next meal. Maybe Koln would allow her to grab a bite to eat when they got to the club later?[/sblock]
