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"One more lewd and out of turn remark, Mr. Danger, and you will be spending the rest of class - and your day - in The Princess Corner." Her threat was calm, but she meant every word. She turned to the better of the two students, and gave an approving nod and a small smile.

"Very good. Mr. Gabriel. Thank you for starting us off. You may be seated." Her gaze then turned to the other, so far silent students. "Next, please?"

Ahm waited a moment before realizing he might as well introduce himself. Slowly the Grue unfolded himself from his desk and stood to one side, both gloved hands coming together to form an odd triangle before he bowed. "I am Ahm deVarr of the deVarr Clan Stronghold, classification Monster, sub-type Grue, and I am most pleased to be in your care for instruction."

As he straightened he folded his hands together. "Etiquette is a formalized set of societal strictures meant to aid and assist in fielding potentially delicate situations as well as giving creeple the ability to navigate more securely amont unfamiliar factions or species." This was easy for him, he'd had training in etiquette for most of his life...not that he always used it (as Merry could have attested).

Xavier just gave Merry a slightly terrified look, because the last time he'd seen the colorful ghoul, she'd totally sat on him.

"H...hello," he said timidly, voice barely audible, the demon shrinking lower in his seat even after being asked to introduce himself. He slouched into position, shoulders hunched, and mumbled in a rapid fire sort of way, "M-my name is X-Xavier H-Hollow, and I'm a - a r-r-raum demon, and u-um - " He panicked for a moment. There was nothing interesting about him. "I-I am, erm...I can t-t-turn into a f-flock of b-b-birds, um..."

He completely forgot the last question, Xavier sitting down quickly, face brick red before he buried it in his arms.


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Llyr, on the other hand, saw no issues in floating merrily up to Merry and Ahm and giving them both radiant smiles. But he was distracted by the teacher, and by Setting A Good Example, and he took a seat beside them all, sweeping his dark hair off of his shoulder.

When it was his turn, he rose gracefully from his chair, smiling pleasantly around at everyone.

"I am Llyrendil," he said brightly, sounding very pleased about this fact. "I am a nix; a water demon. I am also the Student Council President, and Gabriel is my Treasurer!" he added with a happy expression, gesturing at the white haired dragon. "He is a lovely boil. Oh! And I believe ettiquette to be something very lovely!"

Then he sat back down, looking expectant.


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Alette had been late to class, but skidded in just in time, practically tripping across a row of desks to get to an empty one. She pushed her pigtails out of her face and glanced around eagerly to see who else was there, her blue eyes roaming.

"Oh!" she gasped, a second later. She scrambled to her feet again, trying to get air back into her lungs and excitedly bounced up and down.

"I'm Alette!" she have squealed, clasping her hands together. "I'm a brand new second year here! I'm a ghost, I have a mirror, his name is Sydney - that's him over there in the corner," she babbled, gesturing at the large, ornate thing propped up against the wall. "I'm totally like, I really love cute things, and I totally think etiquette is how to act properly - "

Alette's eyes suddenly grew wide and round, her mouth falling open.

"IS TT-THHAT J-J-JOHNNY DANGER?!" she shrieked, forgetting entirely what she was doing.

JD was interrupted from his fantastical daydreams about what an entire day in ANY corner with the babe professor might be like by the sound of a ghoul calling his name.

It was like music to his ears.



"The one and only, babes."

And then ANOTHER ghoul stood up, this one with a hemline short enough it required adjusting. JD paid very careful attention to this. Hemlines were important.

[Pretending that Deacon was already present in the room (and managed to get a pensnake before Head stole them all), because not witnessing the gift that is JD would just be tragic.]

Deacon honestly didn't even know what this class was supposed to focus on. He just kinda acknowledged on the schedule that there was a class at an hour that he just so happened to be awake, not hungry and bored.

There was also that irritated voice of his father that nagged at the back of his mind, something about how he should actually get an education at this place they kept paying for him to laze about at. Whatever.

He'd plucked up a notebook and pensnake upon entry and taken a desk to the back - an area of the room that seemed to be prime real estate - which just so happened to be alongside JD. Yeah, he knew who he was and maybe he was a fan and needed another bro since Nuk had gone AWOL. What of it?

Honestly he didn't know a whole lot about the boil, either, aside from hearing some of his music. Fortunately he was about to witness Johnny Danger in all of his unfiltered glory.

The professor arrived and he only half processed the subject of the class. Something 101. Something about leaving? No. Why would he want to do something like that? There was such a lack of attractive professors in this facility and he wasn't about to walk out on one of them. It was painfully appropriate for him to be there, but sadly he was probably not destined to learn a jackdamned thing.

He thought, maybe, after Professor Winter's words finally sank in and he realized where he was and what he was supposed to be doing, that this class was going to be dull as ******** aside from the eye candy at the front of it all... Until JD opened his mouth.

He snorted at the boil's fearless flirtations, even in the face of detention that he himself probably wouldn't have risked.

And as much as he hated it when ghouls shrieked, he realized that having a celebrity in this class meant his decision to attend was going to be the best choice he'd made in months.

The tabby was a little too distracted with what might happen next to remember that he was supposed to be introducing himself or something.

Pearly whites flashed at Xavier as the ghoul smiled at him. Skittish boils were so much fun. She'd been tempted to play with him a bit more, but a certain grue's arrival cut those plans short.

Merry's response to Ahm's arrival was to more or less drape herself over him. Arms over his shoulders, she rubbed her cheek against the side of his cowl as he delivered what ended up being a very impressive explanation on etiquette. One that Merry didn't exactly follow all the way through. Etiquette was something of a foreign notion where she was from, though spending time with Ahm, she was bound to pick up a thing or two.

"I'm Merry, a tropical chimera, and as the name suggests I hail from the rain forest." At this she'd flare her wings, flashing all those pretty colored feathers. She also tightened her grip on Ahm's shoulders. "Etiquette is a list of social rules and niceties put in place to show and be shown respect." Or at least that's what she gathered it to mean.



A flicker of a smile touched soft blue lips as Zaire came to join him, and he'd lean into the affectionate peck, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze as he settled into the seat beside him. Once there his tail slid over, curling over his boilfriend's much thicker on.

Whatever rockiness they may have been going through, Jory was too reserved to let it show here and now. He was all smiles as he stood up to introduce himself. "Jory. I'm an afanc monster." His fingers knotted in front of him nervously. "My home is a loch in a rainy bit of countryside."

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he continued. "Etiquette is the customary exchange of polite behavior between individuals." Short and sweet, but it did let him sit back down quickly.



Seiji waited his turn, then rolled up to his feet and offered their professor a pointy smile. "Inoue Seiji, I'm a jikininki, or hungry ghost." Even if he didn't really look like a ghost, he still was one. Albeit it a considerably more substantial one that most. "Like my grue friend over there, I can and do eat anything with impunity." He had an iron stomach, and an endless appetite.

"Etiquette is treating others with basic common courtesy." Not quite, but he had the right idea, at least.

JD eventually noticed there was someone sitting next to him. Probably when one of the boils was talking.

He also noticed that he had noticed that the teacher was, well. Noticeable.

In an extremely audible stage whisper he commented, "I'd ed her quitte, knowwhatImean dude?" and elbowed him sharply.

"We will work on that stammer, Mr. Hollow." Winter commented with a nod, but otherwise let him sit back down. "Thank you, Mr. Llyrendil." She said next, before listening to Alette. It had been going so well, until-

"Miss Alette, please remember where you are, and take your seat. You may continue to fangirl after class." She tapped a tipped finger against her own arm, and then turned her golden eyes towards Hollandaise, who received a small smile. "Pleasure to see you again, Miss Hollandaise. Thank you, you may be seated." The shadow in the corner, who had continued to loom, offered a small bow to the girl who waved at it.

"Thank you, Mr. Merope. Your observation is a fascinating one." A nod was given to the leviathan, who sat himself down. "Miss Merry, welcome to class, thank you." A nod, and onto the next student. "Mr. Jory, Welcome, thank you." The Hungry ghost went next. "You are not wrong, Mr. Inoue. Please be seated. Next?" A mildly curious look was given to the volpertinger next. "An interesting comment, Mr. Mathias. Thank you, you may be seated." The very audible stage whisper did reach her ears, and the Demoness lifted a clawed blue hand to indicate silence.

"Mr. Danger." She called, putting a brief halt to the introductions. "Please escort yourself out of this classroom, and report to the Acting Headmaster immediately."