6. Assume that there are dungeons 7. Ask teachers if there are classes in said dungeons

This time Libby had been more careful with how she spoke in class. Instead of blurting out any random thing, she decided to stay quiet for the majority of the hour while this teacher, Miss Cartwright, droned on about this and that. It wasn't that she was necessarily boring, per se, but rather Libby had no idea what she was talking about half of the time. She supposed it had something to do with some historical figures and what not and seemed a little interesting at first until the lesson began to drag on.

She sat beside the girl who had found in her in the halls, the one with the messy hair hair and bangs going into her eyes. Every once in awhile she would puff up her bangs with her breath so that it would get out of her eyes, revealing chocolate brown irises, but then it would just go straight back to where it wasn't supposed to.

When Miss Cartwright finally took a break from talking and told everyone to open their books to read from page three-hundred-ninety-four Libby finally saw the opportunity to casually get acquainted with her potential new friend.

"So I'm Libby," Libby says as coolly as she could muster, flipping her textbook open to the proper name. "I must seem a little bonkers already. What's your name?"

"Erica," She answers, drawing her own book open to the correct page. "Don't worry so much about that, most everyone accredits your strangeness to your being home-schooled,"

"Oh, yes! It's much different than state school..." Libby agreed, feeling more relaxed now that her crazy behaviour was being associated with home schooling. Though Libby was hoping that Erica would tell her that no one thought she was odd at all.

"I'd imagine. Which reminds me, myself and some friends were theorizing a bit about what Muggle could mean, since Mr. Smith pulled you aside before we could get some answers. Is it what home-schooler's refer to state school kids as? Like some sort of code lingo?"

"That's clever. I mean, you all must be really clever to have decoded that so quickly! I suppose it must have been a bit obvious... sorry about that, us... home-schooler's, we're a bit odd how we talk about things. Like we're from a whole different world. Well, like I said being here is much different if that makes any sense," Libby felt as if she were rambling a bit, but Erica was nodding along to everything she said so it must have been fine.

Talking to Muggles wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

Then Miss Cartwright got up from her chair behind the desk to ask questions about the readings, thankfully never calling upon Libby as she hadn't read a single word. Once the bell rang Libby stored her books into her bag, feeling a little more accomplished than she had been walking in. Someone tapped her shoulder, and upon turning around she had found Erica with a broad smile on her face and momentarily with her hair out of her eyes.

"It's lunch break now, do you want to spend it with me and my friends?"

Libby couldn't help but take on her own broad smile, nodding at Erica with plenty of enthusiasm. As she was about to follow Erica out the door, however, something popped into her head. She hadn't actually seen any staircases leading to the lower levels yet, and she had assumed that there would perhaps be a class in their dungeons to make use of the space. She had to get this confirmed from a teacher though, as she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her classmates again.

"Could you wait outside of class for me, please? I have to speak with Miss Cartwright for a minute," Libby requested.

"Oh, sure. Be quick though," Erica allowed, departing from the classroom.

When most of the students had filed out of the room to the point that it was only the history teacher and Libby, the latter approached the desk trying to hide as much of her nerves as she could. "Um, Miss Cartwright?"

She seemed distracted by a file laying out before her. "Yes, Miss..." She looked up for a moment, squinting her eyes at the new face of a student. "Lawson, is it?"

"Yes Miss Cartwright, that's me. I was wondering, since I haven't seen any stairs leading to the lower floors so far, if there is a dungeon? Also are there any classes held in there? I wouldn't want to assume there weren't if-"

"Wait, hold on," Miss Cartwright was now fully paying attention to Libby, her eyes narrowed and appearing confused. She swiveled her chair a bit to better face Libby. "Why on earth would we have a dungeon, Miss Lawson? This is not the Dark Ages, we are nearing the twenty-first century!"

"I...suppose? Though I don't really see what the Dark Ages or any of that has to do with anything..." Now Miss Cartwright had given something for Libby to think about. "Miss Cartwright, why would it matter if we were in the Dark Ages or not? I'm sure that doesn't change buildings too much. They're still made out of stone and wood, after all,"

"Miss Lawson, this must be the most bizarre questioning that I have ever gotten from anyone your age, especially in a time where technology has run so rampant that I see less and less children coming out to play, choosing to stay inside and watch television all they like instead. Most children expect altercations. Oh I don't suppose you'd notice anyways growing up in this time... run along now, okay? You are wasting your lunch break,"

"...Alright, Miss Cartwright," Libby agreed, racing out of the class now that her questions were satisfied.

For a moment Libby thought Miss Cartwright might just be as bonkers as she is.

A/N

Sorry guys this became a little long, especially since I sort of got Libby to ask even more questions lol she is a very curious girl with basically no boundaries :P Anyways, if you like this chapter or any of the others please do review! Ciao for now :)