Today class, we shall be starting 'Macbeth'.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur walked into English class, a large smile [that he was trying quite hard to suppress] on his face. Finally! a class he could excel in.

He looked around the room. No one he knew. Gah.

Finally, he settled for a seat near the window. Let other people come to him if they wanted to; he was just here to study, do well and get a good grade.

He deliberately ignored the shushed whispers that started as he crossed the classroom. The mention of 'eyebrows' seemed to appear quite often in their conversations. Arthur ignored them all. They simply didn't understand the glory of English eyebrows.

After a while, the teacher walked in and came to the front. The class grew quiet. He pulled out a book and brandished it around. Arthur strained to read the title.

"Today, class, we shall be studying a classic tragedy. The tragedy of... Macbeth!"

Arthur tried not to fly out of his seat in joy. Macbeth! Shakespeare! Something English!

He noticed a few students giving him strange looks. Bugger. Must be careful not to appear too eager next time. they might start thinking he was a... [what was the word they used here?] a... a... nerd.

[And damned be the first person to ever call Arthur Kirkland a nerd.]

[Elizabeta Héderváry]

Crap, crap crap!!

Elizabeta ran down the hall. Late, and this was her first day to class too. She had been hoping to make a good impression but this school was so large! It was so hard to find things.

She appeared in the doorway of the classroom. She huffed some before turning bright pink, she swiftly straightened out her hair. "Sorry I'm late," she said quietly. It made her feel self-concious that, though an older student, she was running around completely lost like a first year.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Why the heck was Gilbert there in the first place? Oh, right. He needed to speak proper English so he could survive in that school. Ah, and he really liked his language as well. Of course, he was a troublemaker, so he was doing anything but paying attention.

With his legs placed on the table and his arms rested behind his head, red eyes narrowed lazily upon the person that just walked in, as he nearly fell backwards. Just what the hell, really.