2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Needing lots of room in order to work, Jean had commandeered a common room for great high school politics justice.

One needed space in order to make a bunch of posters telling people to vote for her. Ooo! Glitter! They needed to have glitter on them too.

But only a classy amount. Nothing gaudy.

[[Open common room is so very open]]

Comments

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Um, not classes, class. You know. Freshmen, sophomore, junior or senior?"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Ah," really these terminologies were confusing. "I'm in the third year, am I right to assume that means I'm a junior?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Or totally normal, oh my goood.

"Oh." Well it was good then. It wasn't like Azula could vote for her. "Are you new then?"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Again with this question.

"No," Azula said, completely straight faced, "I've been around for sixteen years."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"...um." Okay, Jean was now just confused. People were normally polite!

...or Emma.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Or Azula.

But she could act polite. Because her brother required it. Who in the world requires people to be nice? Dum-dum.

Azula smiled, "But yes, I am new. You may call me Azula."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I'm Jean," She replied slowly. Because it was the meeting of a hero and a villain from kids shows. Something was wrong in the force...

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

There should even be ominous music playing.

"Your hair," Azula began, drawling out the 'r'. "It's very strange."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"My hair?" Oh god, did she have split ends?!

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"It's red," she said, succinctly. Azula looked at her innocently, "Maybe you should take better care of your hair if you worry about split ends."