Jazz sighed as she waved off her parents in the horribly embarrassing Fenton Ghost Catching RV, her brother Danny, two years younger than her stood at her side with suitcases galore around him. Why did he have to come to the same College as her? She was going to be a child psychologist for crying out loud, what was her brother going to be? It wasn't like there was a degree in ghost catching (thank god) so what was he doing here? She had her suspicions that Danny was only here because Sam and Tucker were, mind you Danny and Tucker seemed to be fighting a bit lately, not that it was anything to do with her as Danny kept reminding her.

"So. Where's my room then?" Danny asked her holding up the piece of paper with his room number on it. Sam took the piece of paper from her little brother, even though eighteen years old wasn't THAT little to be a little brother but still.

"Come on, I'll show you." Jazz sighed turning and grabbing a suitcase, a yelp of pain and surprise from her brother made her turn around to see a tall blonde boy towering over him.

"What's the matter Fen-toad?" He laughed nastily as he watched Danny try to wriggle free from the mess of suitcases that he was now trapped in.

"Hey!" Jazz snapped at him, he looked at her and glowered.

"What do you want?" He asked annoyed at the interruption.

"For you to leave my little brother alone!" Jazz ordered poking him in the chest angrily.

"Jazz, please." Danny sighed standing up and dusting himself off, he was used to harassment by Dash. "How the hell did you get into college anyway?" he questioned with a smirk on his face, he knew how easy it was to outwit Dash.

"Sports scholarship." Dash said puffing his chest out proudly. Jazz snickered at this.

"Come on Danny, he'll have a rough enough time without us if he's here on a sports scholarship." She grinned knowingly.

"Hey! What do you mean by that?" Dash shouted after Jazz's retreating form.

"No Professor ever takes a sports scholarship student seriously, and you won't get away with all the crap that you did in high school. Enjoy failing." Jazz called back after him. Dash blinked in anger and frustration, what the hell did she mean? How could anyone not respect someone who was as good at sports as he was?

Jazz sat in the quiet seminar room, she enjoyed it here when it was empty, she could sit a write her thesis on teen psychology, to be fair most of her evidence for her theories rested on her own bizarre family and her own younger brother. It wasn't a patch on her already written dissertation on ghost envy: Ghosts aren't the boss of me, but she was saving that for her masters degree. The door opened and students flooded into the room, oh well, it had been nice whilst it had lasted. Her eyes picked out a surprising figure from the crowd, that jock bully Dash who had been picking on her brother just a few days ago. She narrowed her eyes, this could be fun.

"Okay class, I'm teaching your first year class for this semester on abnormal psychology. We'll start off on Freud." Jazz sighed standing up, as a third year she was getting credit for teaching the first year classes under supervision, her own professor was sat at the back of the class grading papers and listening with half an ear.

"First of all, I'm not interested in teaching you if you're only here to kill time between classes you're actually interested in. I grade fairly and I'm only going to grade papers that are actually spelt correctly and written grammatically correctly." Jazz announced, several of the students looked nervous at this, Dash just looked shocked, her professor grinned, he gave out the same canned speech each year to his first years to cut away the useless students.

"Secondly, I'm NOT going to give you any extra consideration because you got a sports scholarship, you'll be surprised to find out that this is the real world now and you can't pass psychology with the ability to catch a ball, sadly to say." Jazz added staring straight at Dash, a few students shuffled out at this point but Dash stared back at her firmly. Jazz turned to the board and began the class.

Dash took his time packing away his things in an effort to be the last out of the room, he sidled up to Jazz's desk and stared at her annoyed.

"Can I help you?" she asked innocently.

"That wasn't funny." Dash stated annoyed.

"I meant what I said, you're expected to put the same amount of work in as everyone else, sports is no longer a meal ticket to the good life. Why are you IN this class anyway, last I checked psychology was on the sports departments black list, being that you have to have a brain to pass the class." Jazz frowned at him as she erased her notes from the chalkboard.

"It is, and your class is the only one that fitted in with my timetable. And I do have a brain." He added as he left the room annoyed.

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Danny sat quietly in the library alone as he sifted through "To kill a Mocking bird" he noted something down on his paper before pausing as a giant shadow loomed over his paper. He looked up to see a very angry looking Dash Baxter above him.

"Don't think just because your sister is one of my lecturers means I won't still wail on you." He threatened waving his fist at Danny.

"Perish the thought." Danny sighed resigning himself to the fact that Dash would probably be beating him up all year. Again.

"What is her problem with me anyway!" Dash hissed irritated.

"Aside from the fact that you've beaten me up every year for god knows how long?" Danny asked without looking up, he heard a growl from Dash and decided to continue. "She has issues with people who try to coast through her class, she gets graded on how well everyone else does and she gets pissed off with people on sports scholarships coasting and dragging her grade down." Danny explained as he turned the book over so his page was resting downwards. Dash looked somewhat thoughtful at this.

"Would she fail me regardless of what I did?" Dash asked sitting down opposite Danny.

"No, she'll only fail you if you fail. She can't grade unfairly or she'll fail, why?" Danny asked suspicious.

"Because I'm going to show her she's wrong about me." Dash said standing up determined. "Thanks Fenton." He added as he walked off to the psychology section of the library. Danny shook his head stunned, Jazz could definitely wrap people around her finger with that psychology of hers.