Yay, new chapter!...Even if it's only really a filler chapter to get the plot moving...

Sorry for the verrry long delay, but school and other distractions have been keeping me from writing. But, point being is that I won't keep you.

Disclaimer: I don't own either the FE or VA universes. Unfortunately.

Onto the chapter!

"Hey, are those the schedules?"

"Seems like it."

"Oh gods, please tell me I'm not getting some horrible class with one of the newbie teachers...Or Panini."

"Knowing your math skills, Tomas, you're probably going to end up with her eventually, whether you want to or not. She's the only Professor for the higher-level math classes, after all."

"...Maybe I can just feign sucking at math long enough to be away from her..."

"But wouldn' that be, like, three more years?"

"...You're not helping, Rickard."

"I don't think Dad would just let you get away with faking, though. Especially if he already knows how good you are."

"Lugh's got a point, Tomas."

"Ugghhhh..."

"W-What's...?"

"Oh, hey, Leo!" Edward turned away from the group crowded in the center of the dorm, all with envelopes in their hands. He himself had two envelopes, one of which he handed to a damp-haired Leonardo once in arm's reach. "Here. It's got all the info for the year in it: class schedules and event dates, maps for each floor, club info and sport registration forms, and an ID card. You have a lanyard to put that last thing on?"

Leonardo, now used to Edward's partial rambling and pet name for him after a week, took the envelope and nodded. "Yeah, a black one. So..." he turned the envelope in his hand to where a wax symbol of a Z sealed it shut, "this has literally all of the information in it?"

"Yep. It's charmed so it can hold a lot more than it looks like it can. It's just more of Reglay and his charms."

"No! No no no no no..."

The pair turned around to see Tomas with his hands over his face and his head back in his seat, the envelope and a couple pieces of paper lying in his lap. Upon closer inspection, there was one in particular that was on the top of the pile, being the reason for his reaction. Edward let out a short chuckle. "You got Panini after all, didn't you?"

"My life...is over," Tomas groaned, his hands falling to the chair and his head staring blankly down at the paper announcing his fate.

"What Calc level?"

"Level two."

"That's a fourth-year class," Abel noted, scanning his eyes over his own schedule. "So it's incredible for a second year to already be in it...What time?"

"Right before lunch...every...freakin'...day."

"Hm. We have it at the same time, then."

Tomas stared at the elder teen with an incredulous look, head tilted. "How...the HELL...does the thought of being with PANINI for and hour and a half every day before lunch not bother you."

He chuckled. "Because I happened to be in one of her only two Calc One classes last year."

"Let me guess," Chad said, a hand raised, "Marth was in that class."

"Naturally. And Franz. Which is why the thought of a second year in level two isn't as surprising to me."

"Franz and Marth are just over-achievers, though." Edward sat on the arm of the couch Chad had seated himself in and stretched his arms behind his head. "They've, like, been Reglay's student pets every year they've been here."

"Heey..." Rickard complained, "that's my brother you're talkin' 'bout, y'know."

"And my dad," Lugh added, crossing his arms with a sulking form of glare.

The brunet put his hands up in peace. "I mean nothing bad by it, guys."

Leonardo furrowed his brow at his own schedule. "Why doesn't my first period have a room?"

"Huh? Oh, that." Tomas picked up his papers and stood, walking over to the blond and leaning to look at the schedule. "All Moroi and dhampir classes are first period, outside."

The elder teen's gaze shifted to the younger, his confusion only increasing. "...Outside."

"Yeah."

"...During the human day."

He returned eye contact and slowly nodded. "Yeeah. Again, it's first period. So the sun's not all the bad. We head out back and meet Reglay by the lake. All Moroi. Doesn't matter what year. There're too few of us to split up into separate classes. So it all works out." He gave him a light pat on the back. "If you still hate the human schedule as is, well...you're gonna have to deal with it. We all do." He took another glance down at the schedule, then did a double take. "Hey...you're stuck with Panini at the same time. And...that's not fair." He crossed his arms and huffed. "How do you get to have Nolan?"

"Umm...what?"

"Wait, what?" Edward slid off his seat and went over to the two Moroi, looking down at the schedule himself. "Hey, you do!" He stepped back to give the blond some space. "Professor Callahan. He hates being called that, so he just lets everyone call him Professor Nolan. But only early first years and people with a respect habit use the 'Professor'. Anyways, he's the Human World History teacher. I had him last year. And he's awesome. Seriously. As long as you pay attention during class and do your work, he lets you do whatever."

"Sounds...relaxing, in a sense."

"Oh, definitely. And since his classes are always large and last period, it's the perfect stress reliever after a day of hard work."

"Hard work..." Chad sighed and shook his head. "Only you, Ed...And Leonardo, don't worry about being around a lot of people you don't know. I have him too. Or, well...A days, right?"

Leonardo nodded after taking another look at the paper. "Yeah."

"Making me wonder..." Edward went back over to Chad and tried to sneak a peek at his schedule before he pulled it close to himself. "How many art classes do you have?" he asked teasingly.

The younger brunet scoffed. "Why're you sounding like that? You make it seem like half of my schedule is always comprised of Art." He looked away when the elder's look became pointed. "...I only have two, okay? Intermediate and Studio."

"...Huh. Not as many as I thought."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Hey, Lugh, I got a question." Rickard showed the boy his schedule. "Is your mom a teacher or something?"

"Wait, what?" Edward said for the second time that morning, looking over to see the blunet's paper. "Let me see?" He took the paper and read over it, furrowing his brow. "Reglay doesn't teach English...especially first-year English."

"I wouldn't think he would. Which is why I asked."

"Oh yeah!" Lugh took a look at his own schedule, grinning widely. "Mom said she'd start teaching this year! I forgot!" He giggled softly. "When do you have her, Rickard?"

"Uhh..." The elder boy took back his schedule from a confused Edward. "2B."

"Wha- Aww..." he pouted. "I have her 2A..." (A/N: In reference to how I somehow have had English second period literally every year of High School. Literally. Every. Single. Year...And 6th. And I think 8th...But I've rambled enough)

"Well..." he took a look at the younger's, "that's why. You're in a GT class. I'm Honors."

"Oh...I've always been good at reading and writing and stuff, so...yeah!"

"I'm writing. Not reading."

"How about you, Ed?" Tomas asked, a sly grin on his face. "What'd YOU get stuck with this year?"

Edward snapped out of his train of thought of how it would be to have four Reglays in the school at once; he rolled his eyes and scoffed, undoing the seal on his envelope to take out his schedule. "What's that mean? 'Stuck with'..." He looked over his schedule. "Lessee...dhampir stuff first period every day as always, then World Lit 2A and Forensics 2B, then-" His face blanked. Completely. "No."

"You got Panini, didn't you? Ha!"

"But I'm not even good at math!"