Remy was about fifteen minutes into his first detention and already hating everything. Finals started tomorrow and he had to actually study for them? Remy had been planning on seeing who kept answers around their offices. After all, if he worked for the answers using his skills rather than his brain, wasn't it still working to the common goal? He couldn't believe he had an hour of this everyday with Boyscout - even for the first couple days of summer vacation!
He was looking over some math notes - which, without any practical application, made no sense at all to him - under the watchful eye of Summers. He didn't know how to make it past this week, let alone the rest of the month. He chewed furiously at the cap of his pen, craving a cigarette like no one's business. One hand clenched into a tight fist beside the notes. If he didn't have it, couldn't he avoid studying it? He tapped a finger against the notes, and a moment later, it glowed purple faintly and vanished in a small explosion of ashes. He glanced up, feigning surprise.
"Pardon, Boyscout, but I t'ink I juss got t'stressed! Can't always reign in de boomies. Mebbe it's time t'change su-" A knock cut him off. Remy twisted in the seat to glance over at the door as it opened - revealing Monsieur Cassidy and -- was that Cess? Remy half-rose from his seat, looking out curiously. What had Cess done to warrant detention? She seemed fun but a bit straight-laced. "Cess!" he called out, grinning at her. "What'cha doin' here?"