Who: Erin and Blake
Where: The classroom
When: A little after 4pm, twenty minutes or so before Professor Elliot's Blades class actually starts.
What: Erin is using the empty classroom like its her own, practicing, when Blake catches her uncharacteristically fulfilling potential.
Erin had never bothered to arrive for any class early before, so it came as no surprise to her when she was caught practicing with a blade in the empty classroom. She had hoped no one would enter, but she knew there was a chance. She was dressed and ready for the class that was to start shortly. Her long dark hair was braided tightly; it swung in a long arch with every spin and undulation of her elongated, finely toned form. Professor Elliot was apparently an excellent tutor; her movements were graceful and near-perfect. She had started instruction with such weaponry only since this semester. None of her other schools had such interesting classes, and her parents weren't the sort to
willingly give someone like Erin sharp objects to play with on an extra curricular basis.
A soft sheen of perspiration coated her snowy skin, making stray hairs stick to the sides of her cheeks and the nape of her neck. She wore no makeup -- it was silly to wear makeup in a class that required you to exert yourself, physically; running eyeliner was only attractive on rockstars -- and therefore appeared more fresh-faced and softer than she usually did. Blake Elliot had her in his Intermediate Witchcraft class. She looked rather different in that class: sitting in the back, languid, eyes flicking back and forth as she watched him lecture. She rarely wrote anything down, and was usually a few minutes late. She rarely raised her hand to speak, and would only answer a question or preform if asked. When she was instructed to answer or display anything, she did so with the utmost confidence.
It was the same confidence she displayed now, whirling about, expelling soft grunts between her lips when an extra bit of muscle was required. For someone who had been practicing so long, she appeared only a little tired, however. Being a demon probably assisted in that. She was rarely exhausted, and often energized. She was also completely in focus, and didn't hear the door behind her.