So this is like the cafeteria. There's no one in here NOW. 'cause it's so not lunch time" Taryn Wayte rambled on as Daphine unconciously mimicked her.
"Den ah 'ave lesson now" She asked, wondering whether Taryn had ever swallowed anyone whole. I mean she had such a big mouth and she never stopped talking.
"And this is the-what? I so cannot understand your accent. Can you say it clearer" Taryn scrunched up forehead and played with a piece of her hair.
"Ou est les matin" Daphine said, putting on a great show of being a totally not understandable french woman.
"Ooooooookay" Taryn said and looked around quickly. "Look it's a locker. Can you say that lockeee" Taryn was cut off in her patronisingness to hear the rounding noise of the school bell.
"So... I have Geo...graph...y. You have M.A.T.H.S. Over t.h.e.r.e" Taryn pointed to a door to her right and quickly retreated into another room, finding a person to gossip with about this stupid french girl. "A right slut..I mean silver hair, that is sooo last year"
Daphine rolled her eyes and heathed a sigh of relief. "Dat girl really need t'be interestin non" She murmured to herself and walked in the class. There was only two students already there. A young red head and a be-spectacled brunnette male. 'Cyclops and Jean Grey hmmm' Daphine thought to herself. Aware that they were staring at her, she sat down and took out her notebook and pencil. Of course covered with her trademark diamond.
"Who's that" Jean whispered to Scott quickly.
"You're the one with telepathy, you tell me" Scott replied, his voice low as Jean rolled her eyes.
"I can't get in there. It's an infliction of privacy plus I can't do it" Jean said sourly.
Scott laughed as Jean growled and her pencil flew up and hit him in the middle of his forehead. "Ow, anyway she must be new. Wonder is she's a mutant"
"Well she's got bright silver hair and silver eyes." Jean observed.
"So you think she's a mutant" Scott added, his glasses glinting in anticipation of trying to imagine how he could look good by recruiting this new person.
"I didn't say that. We shouldn't assume that and only try to recruit her IF cerebro picks her up" Jean lectured and Scott returned to his sketchings of him as the ruler of the world and millions of girls swooning at his feet. Safe to say though, Scott wasn't a good drawer.
Daphine rolled her eyes as she heard this exchange, if these 'x-men' were so great how come they didn't know basic rules of secrecy?
"Alright Class, it's time to go into the wonderful world of fractions. Excited" Came the monotone voice of the standard math teacher. Balding, short and an appaling fashion sense.
"Alright, lets call the register: Adams, Greg..." Daphine lost most of the rest of the names apart from the occasional one she recognise.
"erm, Rogue" Came the teachers irritated question. It had broken him out of his pleasant reverie of how he could become a millinaire and still be able to spend his spare time making models of spaceships.
"Ah'm 'ere" Came the even more irritated reply. Daphine swung her gaze to the irrate southerner in the corner who was muttering as she sketched. Obviously paying no attention to anyone else.
"Alvers, Lance"
"Yeah whatever" Daphine recognised this shaggy brunnette from Magneto's files. He apparently was known as Avalanche.
"Grey, Jean"
"I'm here" Came the pleasant reply, that annoying voice set Daphine's teeth on edge.
"Erm...Le Belle, Daphine" Came the teachers muttered question.
"Presen'" Daphine emphasised her accent for this, it was so much fun to mess with teachers minds.
"Are you new" His ubrupt question came across with a snicker from the back. She turned and looked where Pyro waved.
"Oui proffeseur" She said and smirked at pyro who looked at his lighter, only to find it had been covered in diamond.
"Aha. Well miss...Le Belle I hope you enjoy your stay here at Bayville and..."
Daphine tuned out the rest of the lesson. The only interesting parts was when John finally figured out how to get rid of the diamond and set fire to the teachers toupee.