Edit 12/21/2016: This is non-canon to my own stories now, so if you're reading this for extra continuity, don't.

One month after the beginning of the school year at Haven

Storm hated this class. He studied math better on his own than in a class. He felt like he had a headache coming on. If he had a breakdown like he had back in middle school… He had to keep it together—for his team.

The tedium was what really got to him. And the real-world application of these skills mystified him. How would he use calculus to kill Grimm? Do Grimm really die? He would hold these questions for another time.

Two other members of his team were in this particular class. While Azura was across the room, Feather was right beside him. Rusti was in another class entirely, since he had an advanced understanding of math. He found that odd, considering his inattention in Grimm combat strategy. Knowing that, he could hold it together.

The electronic school bell rang and that was it for the day. Finally relieved to be out of class, he let out a sigh. He got up and got out of there quickly.

"Mister Storm Sapphire?" the teacher said. The clarification was necessary, as Rain was in the class as well. "Could you come over here?"

Storm obeyed regretfully, and stood in front of Professor Allan's desk. As the other students drained out, he and the professor were left alone. "Your tests indicate a good student. Not the best I've seen in my class, but at least a B student."

"Thank you, sir," Storm replied.

"I wasn't done." Suddenly he felt very embarrassed. He had hoped this would be just a quick thing, but this would be a lecture for the sole purpose of demoralizing Storm. He knew that wasn't true, but it was what would happen. "I've noticed that you have trouble paying attention in class. Any reason for that?"

"No, sir. I guess I'm just different."

"No, we're all different. It's just a degree. And you can't seem to pay attention."

"Well, sir, I just can't see what this will be useful for. We're going to kill Grimm, not write a formula for time travel."

"Time travel is quite impossible, mister Sapphire." Professor Allan got up from his desk, and walked over to the water cooler in the corner of the room where the door was right next to. As the cooler poured water into his cup, he continued. "Mister Sapphire, your records show you as being able to figure out complex ideas quickly. I also see that you filled out your semblance on your application. Most people don't do that, but you did it anyway. But I see your semblance should help you with this class. Why then is it that you are only a B student?"

Storm didn't know. He had wondered it many times, and never reached a satisfying conclusion. "I don't know, sir."

"You don't know," the professor said more calmly than he should have. He then started laughing. "You can process nearly twice what a normal human being can, and you don't know!"

"Sir?"

"Ah, Storm. We all have our strengths and weaknesses." Professor Allan walked back over to his desk. "You probably just process concepts better than numbers." He took a drink of water. "You are dismissed, mister Sapphire. But take note that the only limits you have are the ones you set for yourself."

He never really thought that the saying was exactly true. But it didn't matter. He was free!

Outside, Feather was waiting right there. They were partners after all. Though what bothered him was that the Rain wasn't there. He didn't mention it, as he knew it might hurt Feather's feelings. "Hey, Feather."

"Hello, Storm," Feather replied.

"So, want to head back to the dorms?"

"Actually, I had a different thought." This was odd for Feather. "What if we had a team outing? You know, bond together as a team outside of school. And not through violence."

"You know, this is a bit out of left field for you. Why exactly are you doing this?"

"My thought was to… Get to know the people on my team. And to try and break out of my shell, so to speak."

"You know, I would expect Rusti to say that sort of thing about you."

"Oh, bird jokes. I get it," Feather said awkwardly.

"It wasn't that funny."

Feather seemed even more nervous. But she resumed her previous cool demeanor. "Anyway, what do you think?"

"I think it sounds like fun. But you'll never convince Azura."

"I will try my very best then."

They walked down the hallway, and got into an elevator to the dorms. "So, where were you thinking we could go?"

"I'm not from this region. I was hoping someone else knew the area."

"I'm not exactly a social person. I'm from the city, but I don't know a thing about it."

"Then I guess Azura or Rusti might know a place."

The doors slid open, and the pair walked out.

Storm wondered where Rusti was. Then he realized that Rusti was probably hanging around some female students. Thinking back, he couldn't remember where any other teams were. Then the shouts of female voices and the sound of boots clambering down the hall made it clear where Rusti was.

"Run! It's a manhunt!" Rusti yelled as he rounded the corner. To his left was his usual partner in crime, Neptune.

"What?" Storm asked. Then he saw who was chasing the duo: the entirety of team GRDN and they were angry. He felt fear unlike he had felt in years. He ran.

Feather ran with him. "You don't need to run, Feather. It's not you they're after."

"I suppose. But I need the exercise."

They ran all the way down the hall to SAFR's room. The ducked into the room, and locked the door. They could all breathe easy now that they were out of the clutches of team GRDN.

Rusti and Neptune started laughing.

"What are you laughing about?" Storm turned around and saw Azura sitting on her bed with a tape player on her lap and headphones in her hands.

"Long story, beautiful, but I gotta fly," Neptune said he walked over to the window and climbed out. There was a landing outside, so he could just walk over to his room. But the staff discouraged it though.

"I hate it when they do that," Azura said.

"What, walk on the roof?" Storm asked.

"No, I hate flatterers."

"Well, I don't think you're very attractive," Rusti said.

"Overcompensation of the highest degree—that I hate more."

Storm thought it was time to change the subject. "Hey, you two, do you want to go on an outing with me and Feather tonight?"

"Sure," Rusti said.

"I don't think so," Azura said.

"Why?" Storm asked.

"My father warned me not to go on outings like this."

"Well, too bad. We're going to bring you anyway."

"What?!"

"This is a team building exercise, and I will have no member not on this mission!" Storm said, putting as put iron into his voice as possible. "Is that understood?"

Azura looked a little skittish. "Okay." He had no idea how he did that, but he would have to remember someday if he ever had kids.

"So, got any ideas of where to go?" Storm asked.

"Nope, I'm from Vale," Rusti said.

"I'm from outside the kingdoms," Azura said.

"Well, nuts."