Fairytales had started hanging around at the college because it was something to do. She felt the need to learn, but what exactly she wanted to learn, she didn't know yet. So she snuck into people's classes and listened, to see what interested her.
Today, she had stolen into an art class with an immortal as a teacher. She felt like she knew him, which was a feeling she got around those associated with mythology and folklore, which was not quite a fairytale. He was going on and on about sculpture or something, and she could see the students around her fidgeting, wanting to leave, quietly putting things away so they could race out the door.
She yawned loudly, leaning back in her chair. "Nope, class is definitely over," she muttered, folding her arms behind her head.